So I might as well show you some pictures of what California looks like when Spring begins to return.
On the way back from the Bay Area, Mollie and I stopped at Harris Ranch… it is a family tradition on the long ride through the central valley, because they have nice, clean restrooms.
So I took a few pictures of the flowers around the parking lot. That’s right. This is what our parking lots look like in California. Deal with it.
I am not telling you to move to California if you live where you have to dig your car out of a snow bank every morning… just come here for the winter…
That picture above and the ones coming up are all from my Mom’s yard.
I hope you don’t think I am doing this to be cruel… I am trying to cheer you up.
I am sure that even now, under that snow and ice, flowers are getting ready to burst forth like a fireworks display.
The colors will come back into your life.
But until then, you can just come and look at these pictures… and the ones I am going to do for the next day or two… because I care…
And just so you know, I am not going to walk around our neighborhood in San Diego and take pictures. That really would be cruel.
Pouring My Art Out 
So what, I see flowers every year. But I could post pictures of beautiful snowed-in streets and parks, something you’re never going to see in CA. I’ll just need a few hours to shovel my way out of the house to take these pictures…
Ah, but we live an hour and a half away from world famous ski resorts… we also have Yosemite, one of the most beautiful snowy places on earth.
I was trying to cheer myself up and you are not helping.
Sorry…
I love these pictures! I can’t wait for spring to happen here… whenever that may be…
I am sort of cheating. We get flowers all year long.
Well I don’t know that I’d call it cheating… I mean, spring is technically approaching where you are, too.
I feel better now.
I live in Cali, very southern part of Cali. I wasnt born here nor did I grow up here, but I absolutely love here. 🙂
Me too… me too… me neither… not so much…
pft! you know what’s coming up under my ice?? a winter’s worth of dog poop that’s hard to keep up with!
admit it, you’re rubbing it in…
what’s he rubbing the dog poop into?
and i now know what pft means, which in turn allows my ulcers to leave
ahaha! ask him! glad i could make your ulcers go!
I think you’ll find that you refused to tell me what pft meant so I had to find out for myself! Well done for shamelessly grabbing at the credit though!
Particularly Fine Trout…
you lie……you lie like a trout
trout never lie!
Well they certainly swim in a very suspicious manner.
that’s true.
oh my god really? i thought i was making that up!?
No, you were spot on.
I’ll add that to my CV.
CV???
curriculum vitae….resume in american
Isn’t that Latin for the study of life or something?
the course of life, but you were close
Iligitimatai non carborundum!
exactamundo…..funnily enough, this is the second time today that i’ve commented on this phrase.
But I bet I spelled it wronger.
technically you can spell it how you like since it doesn’t even translate to what it’s intended to mean
But it was Patton’s favorite quote!
doesn’t make it accurate…it was first attributed to British intelligence in the Second World War; they used illegitimis non carborundum, which means ‘the unlawful don’t have carbon silicate’………
That is even better.
well that’s what i thought!
Of course you did.
trout, trout, let it all out… these are the fish that I lie about…
come on….I’m talking to you….
GHa…
Carry on.
oh ya i did didn’t i oops, 😉 i like credit…
I can tell…do you like the cards that come with it?
Never use credit… cash is better… for your credit.
sure it!
???
sure is i mean
Oh. You are very agreeable today. I am getting nervous again.
i agree
sigh
yes
maybe
uh huh
huh uh
actually no, i hate them. i never used or owned one until after i got married, and i still only use them when i absolutely have too and pay them off immediately…
I don’t like them either; I’ve never really had one, I needed one for work when I went abroad to hire cars and pay for hotels and stuff so I got one on my mother’s account – all I had to do was badger work for a cheque, easy. I don’t even have a debit card at the moment; I lost it months ago and haven’t gotten around to ordering a new one……I am a fiscal retard…
i hear there! i only got one because i had to have a credit rating in order to buy a house. now we only use them for getting gas as Hubby has to travel for work, it’s easier to keep costs together on a credit card statement for tax time.
now…living without a debit card, that i can’t comprehend…lol
We use the wife’s, but she has an infuriating habit of taking the card out of the wallet and putting it in random jacket pockets……I swear so very much……
now that’s funny!
I had to bring in outside help to do the funny parts, I guess.
I do believe you read the wrong comment….
Am I supposed to be reading comments?
Not these……these don’t involve you….
Sorry, I got confused by the fact that they are under the title of a post on MY blog.
We know you get confused about stuff, which is why we forgive you.
What? Who said that? Get out of my head!
There’s no getting away from us, Arthur….we are part of you……you need us.
The good part? Or the naughty part? HA!!!
…you’ll never know…
I will just keep poking parts of me until I hear you scream. ow…ow…ow…ow…
OW!
Oh… I was hoping that wasn’t the part you were.
I know! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t see what you have to laugh about…
That’s because I control your eyes too.
uh oh
does she like being called “the wife?”
He used to call her ‘that lady’…
i believe it
Don’t.
okay
good
She positively encourages it.
among other things…
yes….but we all encourage those
Do we?
yes…although some of us aren’t aware of it
Oh, aren’t we? Wait… what aren’t we aware of???
awareness of where the werewolf warehouse is
Oh, I know where that is… by the vampire VCR repair place.
that’s right, just passed the mini mummy moathouse and motor emporiumum
I love that place.
you’re a man of taste
I like the taste of stinky cheese.
that’s a kind of taste…….
True enough.
pft… a word for a all seasons
and moods
And tastes.
and positions
ummmmm…..
Rubbing the dog poop in?
you’re kidding!
ha
my Hubby does not get away with calling me “the wife”
good for you.
have you injected yourself into the private conversation? lol
No, you injected your private conversation into my blog. That is like having a private conversation on TV…
nut uh!
Exactly like that. Sort of.
Warm weather – I wondered where art thou was. Shivers here in Georgia. Although today has been a rather nice day. Nice pictures of the flowers my friend. XOXO – Bacon
Thank you.
You are such a cruel, cruel man!
It is tough love.