Spring is in the air


Almost unbearable perfection

It's hard to imagine a more perfect time than spring in the desert. The days are warm. The sky is clear and blue. The winter rains have brought the plants on the mountainsides to life and the hills are tinged with green while, at the same time, snow is still visible on the peaks. The birds are busy flitting about gathering nestiing material. Everything is blooming, and the scent of citrus blossoms wafts through the air.

Lemon tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet

If it sound downright idyllic, it's because it is. Many days are the kind of day that makes you just want to take a deep breath and say, Now this is why I moved to California; this is why I moved to the desert.

Of course, that deep breath may make you gag because the scent of citrus blossoms can make the place "smell like a French whorehouse," as my momma used to say. (Although I've never been clear on how my momma was in a position to know.)

Judging from all the blossoms, next year is going to be a bumper crop of citrus!

Here are a few snaps that illustrate the profusion of life.

Snow-capped mountains Snow capped mountains
Bougainvilla leaves A riot of bougainvilla
A bougainvilla blossom Tiny bougainvilla blossom
Cactus bud Even the cactus is getting in on the act
Ice plant blossoms Ice plant blossoms
Ice plant runners forming from blossoms Each blossom, it seems, turns into a runner for a new plant
Grapefruit blossoms Grapefruit blossom
Lemon blossoms Lemon blossom
Orange blossoms Orange blossom
Tangerine blossoms Tangerine blossom