Spring has sprung in Sacramento. My East Coast readers may be suffering under several feet of snow, but here the temperatures are in the low- to mid-70s. Of course, we haven't had nearly enough rain and snow to make it through the year, but that's another story.
The plants are blooming, the trees are putting out new leaves, and J has voluntarily taken me to to the plant nursery. Two weeks hence we'll be traveling south to the suburb of Elk Grove, where a new plant nursery is opening. I shall have my list at the ready, on the off chance that a local nursery will have what I want and I won't have to obtain plants by mail order from the Bay Area. This is dreaming, but Spring is the season of hope.
Cats have been enjoying the weather, particularly on the days when we leave the doors open so that they can come and go as they please. That's Dash, getting sun on his tummy.
My little redbud, which produced three flowers last year, is doing much better this year. Several branches have flowers.
The coral bark Japanese maple, which wasn't really very coral this year, as it wasn't cold enough, is leafing out and has tiny red flowers.
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