Young George didn’t get all of us!
Clouds of Pink Line a road in the Berkeley Hills on the last sunny day for a while.
Just incase you think the sun always shines In California. I actually am looking forward to some real weather.
- When I moved to the San Francisco Bay Area from Southern California in the early fall many years ago it rained every day for months. I was sure I was in the wrong place until one day in February I came around a corner by the University and was blossom bombed. Pink clouds appeared in the mist then came into focus as the flowers from hundreds of fruit trees wisely planted up and down every road in town. The weather can suddenly change, lightning may strike or petals fall and every thing is different. That it happened when I realize I had found my home.
- The men we honor today in the US where change makers, with a capital C. When was there a time a small but dramatic time of change for you.