It's the merry month of May. Spring is well underway.
 Lilac blossoms, despite being squished into a corner. Wedged between the ever expanding Prickly Pear Cactus and Firestick plant on one side (both trim challenging) and hunkering down beneath Ash Juniper branches on the other, she persists. She bends to the light, to where air moves, to where it's open. |  |
Moorpark. Chagall Drive. April 2025. The welcoming committee.
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 Nature's resilience on display. The Kenneth fire raged here last January. I can't imagine Ireland any greener. |  |
EASTER*
Let all the flowers wake to life;
Let all the songsters sing;
Let everything that lives on earth
Become a joyous thing.
Wake up, thou pansy, purple-eyed,
And greet the dewy spring;
Swell out, ye buds, and o’er the earth
Thy sweetest fragrance fling.
Why dost thou sleep, sweet violet?
The earth has need of thee;
Wake up and catch the melody
That sounds from sea to sea.
- Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
*excerpt
Let all the flowers wake to life;
Let all the songsters sing;
Let everything that lives on earth
Become a joyous thing.
Wake up, thou pansy, purple-eyed,
And greet the dewy spring;
Swell out, ye buds, and o’er the earth
Thy sweetest fragrance fling.
Why dost thou sleep, sweet violet?
The earth has need of thee;
Wake up and catch the melody
That sounds from sea to sea.
- Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
*excerpt
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| Before the Kenneth fire, small squash just like this dotted a hillside. Only months later leaves and their vines wind over this hilltop again. Great gourds almighty, not even flames 100F - 2,000F could scorch the life out of 'squash hill.' |
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