After a week of rain, clouds, mists, hail, torrents, and deluges, California has returned to a state of sunshine and heat. Instead of perching in front of a fire with a glass of wine and a bowl of stew, I am longing for greens harvested from my garden, willful tulips pushing themselves out of the earth, and tripping barefoot to the lemon tree, sun on my neck. Daffodils and lilacs are the quintessence of spring, and my invocation to warmth and light.
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