A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

For those of us on the west coast, we are now fifteen hours into spring. The quince across the lane is red, the Forsythia across the fence is yellow, but we are weeks from the California Lilac's powdery blue burst.

Wouldn't it be nice to have all these shrubs in bloom at once?