I have a profound
affection for California, but spring always makes me think of my childhood in
Siberia, and my almost hopeless dreams of warm weather after the dead of long
winter. With the awakening of nature, my first perception was always a
sense of complete bliss, a sweet ache at the sight of new life around me.
On these days, when I am
driving Healdsburg side roads, I am in that familiar mood, but marked by a craving for
luxury of vivid California colors of blue, green, yellow, rose and orange.
All life is Spring!
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