
Flowers were everywhere! Here my sister, Darlaine, is showing me the Bird of Paradise flowers that grew just outside our window.


These Bouganvilla vines, with their riot of color, can cover fences, posts, and rooftops.

One of the things I noted right away was the air. It was different than the air in Wisconsin, or anywhere else. It was dry...and it was cool...yet the sun shone warmly. I can't describe it, but it was California air and I closed my eyes and remembered. More about California air (and memories) later.

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