By May, in California, spring has pretty much sprung. Usually it begins in February when the acacia, mustard weed and scotchbroom burst out in wild screaming neon yellow. The hills are alive with verdant green due to the winter rains and the daffodils are bobbing along. But I don't live there any more and so it has been quite lovely to experience a real New England spring when everything slowly but surely begins to unfold. Each day is a day of watching and waiting as ever so slowly, buds form, blossoms open and now, the leaves on the trees are just beginning to edge the bare branches with life. Spring may take more time to arrive on the east coast but it's worth the glorious wait.
