Since it’s such a lovely day here in California and the cat has once again taken over my chair, I’ve decided to write out on the patio, listening to the jays and chickadees bicker over the seed which Hubby has left out for them.
This part of the world generally has what I call a “False Spring” sometime in January or February, two or three weeks of spectacular, springlike weather. The blossoms blossom, the daffodils sprout and the camellias show their pretty faces.
Traditionally, and I really hope it happens soon because we are in a severe drought, the cold and rain returns. Because I live close to San Francisco, the cold and fog can last until September. We’re not famous for warm summers.
Speaking of birds, I’m always amazed by people who can get a good photo of one. I must have taken 500 shots of the fellow to the left. This is the best one and you can see it’s a little fuzzy. By the way, can any of you bird bloggers out there tell me what kind of bird he is?