march 2, 2009

the baron, even after so many years away from her beloved california, still anticipates spring with the first of march. march calls to her mind the scent memory of orange blossoms; her childhood home - the one where her mother still lives - is two streets over from acres and acres of orange groves... every spring, as the blossoms open and fill the air with the rich scent of orange, the steady buzz of bees is all around. spring in riverside is a tricky time - warm during the days, but very cool in the evenings... in her pre-teen youth, in the springtime evenings, the baron would sit by her open bedroom window, enveloped by both an agatha christie plot and the heavenly smell of those orange blossoms.

so.

march in maryland? not so much.

these were taken monday morning, and while the dogs seem to be having the BEST TIME EVER, the baron was keenly missing the buzz of bees all around.