Over Holy Week, the weather has been mild, about 70-80's, great for gardening. The wildflowers around my home have been increasingly joyful.
The creosote has now burst into tiny bright yellow blossoms, and when you take some leaves and crush them between your fingers, you get the scent of fresh desert rain. The wonder of spring bursting out is experienced anew each year. The plants that the winter frost turned into dry sticks put out new verdant growth, as exuberant as if they had waiting and waiting for a start signal. In their own ways the leaves and petals burst out from the buds, and seem to race one another in their eagerness to face the sun and the rowdy breezes.
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