The simple California dream: not the one about going to Hollywood and becoming a movie star, nor the one about making a fortune in Silicon Valley. The old simple dream about walking out the back door in January into brilliant warm sunlight and picking a sweet citrus and eating it right there, with the juice running down your fingers.
The best dream, the one that comes true.
Blogging has been neglected in favor of actual gardening. Because of the glorious wet December followed by an equally glorious warm January I'm rose pruning as fast as I can because the roses are rapidly sprouting new foliage.
The rosemary has burst into bloom and is crawling with happy bees.
The bareroot strawberries I bought last Sunday as little ragged clumps of brown string...
And the baby Oaks are growing too.
January in California is sometimes a dream come true.