I have lived in this Valley for 20 years and every single year I am surprised by the third week of February when the almond trees and thereafter the stone fruit (peaches, nectarines, plums) explode in a riot of pink. It is a wonderful surprise.
Every. Single. Year.
It was overcast when we left town this morning to take care of business 90 miles north. But look at our drive home!
Sunshine or snowbanks, it is a beautiful world in which we live. (And I'm gonna keep that mirror sparkling clean from here on out. You never know when something amazing will show up in the rearview.)