Four seasons are not always visible or distinct.In the desert the changes are subtle, except for spring if there has been sufficient rain. Then dull green prickly cactus and trees display flowers and color, especially yellow with lots of pops of deep pink and soft purple.
At Third Place, it seemed that Spring just happened
right in front of our eyes. Leaving in December the ground was barren and brown. In March there was a
lush green grass everywhere. Not three days later the green was covered with a blanket of yellow.
Robins, by the flocks flew in. They were everywhere pulling worm? from the ground.
One day, just at dusk, spotted through out the yellow and green, was a larger poppy like flower. It was a one time showing, gone the next day.
A day drive up north to explore more little towns, the famous Blue Bells were just emerging. Their array not yet at its full potential but beautiful. Orange took over along the highway. Who spilled the paint bucket?
The trees were so dry they left questions of whether they were alive or dead. Then one day every branch looked fuzzy, covered with tiny little leaves.
Looking out over their tops across the meadow the brown was now light green. Within just a few days they were all filled out and thick.
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