April and, perhaps, May can be a bit deranged here in the Central Valley. One day is blue skies and warm, gentle breezes followed by a week of howling winds, rain, hail and the occasional funnel cloud to fret over commenting this is not tornado country! Still, the end of April and May, after a long, wet winter that ends years of drought, is the perfect time to get out and clean up our room outside because wind, rain or shine, it’s porch season.
And fire pit season.
Roasting marshmallows season.
Chubby bunnies and sugar high making all the memories kind of season.
Relaxing in the evening, sipping wine kind of season
Porches are America’s lost rooms
~ Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
In the words of our California District 10 Representative today:
Here in the Central Valley we’re blessed with an abundance of the Earth’s natural resources.
Jeff Denham is right. It’s one of the many things that make the Central Valley, California unique and special. And, in spite of Mr. Denham’s voting record to date, perhaps why he reluctantly agreed that climate change is real facing many of his constituents in that town hall earlier this week. We shall see if he votes his words later this week as he returns back to Washington, to vote on, among other things, HR 861.
We’ll be here back home in CA District 10 watching. Count on it!
And we did...hundreds of us in Victory Park in Stockton. We gathered and joined hands round the perimeter of the park in solidarity as a critical mass because we value science and all that it does for us, all that it means to us.
Hundreds clasping hands together and joining millions all over the world for Science and to remember that no science is immune the infection of politics and the corruption of power (Jacob Bronowski).
But now,” says the Once-ler, “now that you’re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen ~ George Orwell, 1984
This past week, accurate.
Mom is sick. Mom is unable to take care of herself.
Thank goodness for my sister whose strength enables her to do that which I am not sure that I can. She’s taking care of Mom.
Point A to Point B is never a straight line, not while living this ride that is life. Yup, here I am letting go; letting go of so much. In my time now. In my own way.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving
~ Albert Einstein
My red, itchy eyes and nose are telling me what my eyes can see in and around the 209; the Almond Blossom season is upon us. I do love the almonds! As for their blossoms, well it’s most definitely love-hate kind of regard. I hate how they make my eyes and nose itch in a way that all the Zyrtec in the world will not fix. But there are the almonds to come and, right now, how beautiful the blossoms are blanketing the Central Valley snowy white.
Driving to work this weekend, in the gusty, windy deluge of rains that was Winter Storm Lucifer, I couldn’t help but admire something more about those lovely blossoms. We have been slammed hard in a way that topples trees and causes hills to slide and roads to crumble and holes to swallow up cars. Our reservoirs, lakes, rivers and streams are overflowing with some spillways failing and a glory hole spillway flows for the first time in years – a spillway called the Glory Hole! Heh! Even in our neck of the woods a levee is in danger of failing and flooding parts of my own city for the first time in 20 years. Don’t worry, the new Big Top is high and dry…dryish…actually quite soggy but in no danger of flooding. As for the blossoms, the blossoms continue to blossom and hold fast to the branches on all the fruit and nut trees in all the orchards everywhere in and around the Central Valley. That’s a good thing, a very good thing because I do love almonds.
Almond blossoms sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. – Edwin Arnold