This morning was beautiful: I drove to Woodside for brunch at the venerable Bucks and watched red tail hawks soaring above 280, tails flashing in dramatic contrast with the blue sky. While i notice new grass growing near home, the Stanford hills struggle to be green, the gold dulled by mildew and not yet replaced by green except in a few folds in the hills. The coastal oaks have lost their leaves and their lacy branch work attracted my eye. The mustard lined the highway, bright yellow: what will the wildflower season be like this year with this drought?
As i drove from brunch to Meeting for Business i felt inspired to go on wildflower hunting road trips: what about TODAY? By the time our Meeting was over, hazy clouds obscured the sky, dimming my enthusiasm for being out today.
Instead, i've spent far too much time searching our resources on the web and speculating about wildflowers and camping in April: Henry Coe State Park is close and closing; the BLM lands in the Hollister field office -- the Panoche & Griswold Hills -- will be sweltering in summer, but what about April? And are we up to "dispersed camping," digging our own latrine and carrying all the water we need?
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As i drove from brunch to Meeting for Business i felt inspired to go on wildflower hunting road trips: what about TODAY? By the time our Meeting was over, hazy clouds obscured the sky, dimming my enthusiasm for being out today.
Instead, i've spent far too much time searching our resources on the web and speculating about wildflowers and camping in April: Henry Coe State Park is close and closing; the BLM lands in the Hollister field office -- the Panoche & Griswold Hills -- will be sweltering in summer, but what about April? And are we up to "dispersed camping," digging our own latrine and carrying all the water we need?
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