I feel a little like Dorothy, picked up from the brown windy plains of Kansas (I mean, er, Missoula), and thrown into the wildly colorful world of Munchkinland (I mean, er, Santa Cruz). My winterized senses are on overdrive as they attempt to take in the rioutous, orgasmic, version of spring that a very rainy winter creates in this part of the country. It's nearly absurd!
Roses, tea roses, azaleas, rhododendrons, jasmine, wisteria, and more, all in luxurious scented bloom.
In our land we dance complicated, ecstatic jigs around tiny, brave crocuses, struggling to break free of frozen dirt and snow. This landscape, literally dripping with scent and foliage makes our land feel very far away.
Our girl is wearing a pink sweater and light blue dress, hand-me-down treasures from a beloved cousin, but her cheeks are pink and her spirits a little low. Two days of wild excitement and non-stop go go go has been paused by a little tummyache and a tiny barf. We're hoping she rallies, since an Easter egg hunt where every egg is filled with berries(!) awaits.
Berry-filled eggs, another indicator that we are indeed in the land of Oz.
