My running buddy. She carries my water and phone and keeps a kick-ass pace.
This post is not meant to make you feel bad, those of you who live in colder climes. It’s just an honest representation of the happiness this time of year makes me feel.
Like John Steinbeck said of this place, it feels like spring six months of the year.
We have reached it. Our six-month spring. The blossoms are blooming, the oranges are sweet and cold, the chickens are laying, and the hills—despite the dry year—are finally shading green.
We spend as much time outside as possible. Riding bikes, working in the yard, soaking the sun.
*sigh* California…it’s like a magic word.
Also, here's another sampling of our family pictures: I'm so happy with them! What do you think?
