{windows}

days of windows flung wide open, air floating by with blossom covered scents...dogs little padded feet landing with soft thuds as they do their circle thing and the plop as they lay down in the sun soaked spot,  screen doors, the muted sound of traffic, no more; now you hear the sound of tires on pavement, of pounding bass through open car windows cruising by... laughter of kids on bikes... train whistles- distinctly echo-ing... its clear.
these sounds are clear.
the windows are open.

{source. a tulip tree}

and we feel it in our deepest bones that something great, and marvelous has touched this part of the earth and sprinkled it with love and pixie dust and new things are abounding...
every day another blossom pushes its bright pink self into the sun, the daffodils long ago poked out and now bask every day in the warm glow...green grass, getting greener by the minute as i hear the familiar 'whir' as another sprinkler pops up to soak it in the liquid that it all to soon will demand, so much that even the tiniest corner that does not receive it will turn brown as the dirt...  acres and acres and acres of white fluffiness, look temptingly like a far removed specimen of snow- when you cross over the busyness of the free-way on that thing called an over-pass you see them. the almond orchards. crazy in bloom, full of wonder, for as far as my  eyes can see those once bleak looking pods have broken loose and now, too, stare at the sun, waiting for the rest to join them...
 its spring time here...
and i am basking in its gloriousness with a plugged nose and drippy eyes, swallowing any kind of decongestant i can get my hands on...
oh its glorious.
But have you ever breathed pollen from a million trees for days on end?
yes? no?
i want to start to complain
but then i look out side my window and say
with weather like this and warm 75 degree sun, and windows flung wide open and bare feet becoming standard 'foot-wear' -
whats 200 Sudafed. or 156 Mucinex
yep.
nada.

{almond orchard in full bloom}