Spring

Spring comes early to SoCal.
The hills are green with grasses.
And there are bits of orange, and purple-blue and yellow.
From the poppies, lupines and mustard that are blooming.
Something about it makes me feel free.
And apprehensive.
All that growth makes for high fire conditions in the summer and fall when it's all dried out.
And I think we know how I feel about that.
Especially when in spite of all the growth, you can't get away from all the burned out, dead trees.
Still.
There's just something about spring.