Poppy & Lupine fix
It happened spontaneously, like it does each year. It was a clear,blue-sky day with a brisk cool wind. Martha came back from teaching about 3:00 pm while I was writing at the beach, doing errands and chores and just hanging out. She said, "Let's go see the lupines and poppies." We hopped in the car and drove across the mountains to Mt Figueroa (sp?) about 60 miles away. We wove back and forth on smaller and smaller roads up into the hills over the Santa Ynez Valley (above). We turn a last corner and were bombarded by too-bright colors spread all over a hillside. Ahhhh!