It never ceases to amaze me, the way things want to grow here. And by here, I mean here, in Southern California. While beautiful, green areas abound, much of the native terrain is arid. If left to its own devices, my entire ‘hood would go back to being mostly desert.
At any rate, the fact that so much Spring activity is bursting all around is a glorious reminder that all things want to grow. All things.
When I stepped outside my backdoor late last night, the smell of Jasmine hung so heavily in the cold air, it nearly pushed me aside. It needn’t have tried so hard. I allowed it to conquer and to sway. I can hardly wait to drown in it tonight.
