We in California often feel we need to apologize for our nice weather. Usually this happens to Boobaby and me as we’re telling our Minnesota grandparents about our beach day — a day they spent digging out of the latest snowstorm.
Spring, on the other hand, means three sunny days followed by two cold-ass foggy days, a pattern that’s repeated until about September. I can deal with a little chilly fog mixed with the sunshine, especially since it means we get to pick ripe blackberries from our own backyard in March.
So if you’re still buried under a snowdrift or canoeing down your town’s Main Street, I won’t apologize for our springtime — but I will use this space to send you a little of our backyard.
If I could blog a blackberry, I would.
Thanks to the miracle of the Internets, I am publishing this post at the very minute that spring hits, 10:48 p.m. today, March 19th, here in San Francisco. Which is like 2 days earlier than I used to think it happened. I guess they moved it up to accommodate the election season.