<p>Continuing bulletins from spring in Northern California.</p>
<p>Isn’t it just so great to be alive sometimes? This is the kind of day where my mother would have nosed all us kids outdoors like a dog shoving its puppies around. Get out! Get out! Go play outside!</p>
<p>All you sinners, leave the lights on! And take a lap out in the California sun! I send it to you!</p>
<p>Birds are chirping, and the creeks, which will dry to dust and rocks come summertime, are running. There’s enough water that ducks can turn upside down looking for food. And they do.</p>
<p>The bicyclists are out and about. In throngs of spandex, leaving odd wisps of conversation in their wake. “Yeah, he’s bound to make the call…”. Kids are riding Big Wheels down the sidewalks. Doctor and nurses are walking to work at the hospitals, walking down the sidewalks in their scrubs. People are running, wearing tights, and baseball caps, and their sweatshirts tied around their waists and bouncing because it just got too warm to keep them on.</p>
<p>The produce hasn’t yet really caught up. It’s still about tangerines at Whole Foods. Although the varieties of fresh mushrooms are starting to multiply, brought by the rains which for now have stopped.</p>
<p>No one’s grilling food outdoors yet. That will be the next sign. The smell of the grill and the cries of the kids playing spring soccer once the fields dry out. And the organic strawberries will start to pile up at the market.</p>
<p>But for now, it’s spring. I had to brush the cherry blossoms off my jacket yesterday, thinking they were lint.</p>
<p>I believe I will sweep out the Alley. Prepare to rouse, all you sleepers under the tables. Prepare to rouse.</p>
<p>Smooches to all because sometimes life is just good.</p>