It is weekends like this that make Los Angeles all worth it. It’s warm, but not too warm. We have the windows and doors open and the roses keep blooming one after another. The cats love this weather; they love nothing more than sitting on the windowsill breathing the outside air. They dream of birds and squirrels although neither of them has the skill or cunning to catch anything particularly not Thomas who is so close to thirty pounds. They love the wind against their fur. The orange tree has many baby oranges, and the mint is growing thickly. But what you mostly smell is jasmine and honeysuckle.
Our chickens are laying nearly a dozen eggs a day; they are happiest in this weather. How many eggs can we possibly eat a day? Even though I’ve been ill part of the weekend, I love this cool perfect air. Tomorrow we have an Easter party we are going to and today, I bought party baskets for the kids which were actually party buckets.
I like the way the light pours in through the trees. Our Empress tree is a glory in the back yard which is muted shades of green. The front yard is roses and lavender. You can still take a walk at two in the morning in the afternoon as we did today, walking to the park, up the hidden stairs, Tobi’s dog Zooey dreaming of squirrels and rabbits. But it won’t last. Heat will come in, a furnace of thick heat will descend on the Valley by July. But for now, we breathe. The cats love the open windows.