Old-fashioned word, splendid, but today with the light and the sky and the breeze and the blue, the general California-ness of it all, that says it best.
In our house there's the make believe of Daylight Saving time:
And then there's the clock that stays set to true time.
The avocado orchard near the barn is so pretty right now I just kept taking (almost) the same picture--
...and over again.
Remember this, a decades-old stand of prickly pear beneath a grove of oaks in the Santa Monica mountains?
Now it's this, stubs surrounded by shattered beer bottles because, well, boys with guns.
It didn't last very long but the marine layer hanging over the mountains this morning was a lovely surprise.
Ah winter, we hardly knew you. A few days of sprinkles and just one real storm, the rest of it dry and more dry with some freakishly hot (the hottest California winter on record) stretches. It'll be interesting to see what comes next.
Meanwhile, the Druids are out at Stonehenge, Google is celebrating with a doodle (you don't need a hyperlink to find that do you?), Bad Astronomy explains the seasons (so does Wikipedia), and my personal favorite, NASA brings you the vernal equinox from space.
He was very patient, this handsome red-winged blackbird, waiting for the photog to get a few shots and then, pretty please, leave him and the girl he had his eye on in peace.
We've almost reached the tipping point where the tender green of brand new leaves gives way to the darker shades of summer. And it isn't even spring yet.
Even when the dogs aren't in view, the ducks and grebes and redwing blackbirds are chatting away, enjoying a beautiful March morning at the lake.
It's Daylight Saving Time again, the only good part of which (imho) is that the True Detective finale aired an hour earlier.
I loved the Casablanca ending, and the fact the twist everyone was waiting for wasn't that one of our heroes is a depraved killer, but that Rust turns out to be an optimist.
Allright allright allright.
Everything else may be changing in the renovation transforming Malibu Coast Animal Hospital (whose wonderful docs and staff have taken care of Max and Jake and Evinrude and Patsy and Maisie and now Walt) but this impish angel stays the same.
At some point each evening, after the sun is gone, Walt spends time in the kitchen with the dog on the other side of the door.
This lovely oak, one of a dozen or so in an ancient (does a hundred years, give or take, count as ancient?) grove in the Santa Monica mountains split in half during this recent round of rain.
Huge surf at the beach today which I'd be happy to show you if not for...
...a bit of a challenge in the visibility department.
Hello, March. Wet and gray look good on you.
Here's the Cove this morning as the storm moved through:
The creek channel is even deeper today:
Stormy to the north:
Here's the Point Dume headlands yesterday, deserted.
Except for pelicans:
And a scatter of sea birds, looking at first like random dots:
But of course it's a flock--
...working together against the wind.
More rain, please.