Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Spring - at long last, it feels like Spring
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Windy Hill on Easter Sunday * Edgewood Park
Temperatures still unseasonably cool at times but, nearing end of April, it is finally beginning to feel like Spring. Looking at the long-range forecast for the San Francisco Peninsula I see no mention of rains. Last week, hiking at Edgewood Park, saw a snake (not a rattler) alongside the trail, sunning; a clear sign of warm weather. End of hibernation for wild creatures.
Easter Sunday morning looked dismal -- gray and cold. But a group of us decided to stay with the plan to hike up Windy Hill in Portola Valley. Except for some muddy areas it was fine, and the sun came out in the afternoon.
Windy Hill in the mist, Easter Sunday 2011
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Hikers negotiating a muddy stretch, Spring Ridge Trail
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Looking down at Spring Ridge Trail
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Stanford Campus from Spring Ridge Trail
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Windy Hill, from Hamms Gulch Trail, Easter Sunday 2011
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Pink Trilliums, Hamms Gulch Trail
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Checker Mallows. Hamms Gulch Trail
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Mountain Ceanothus - Hamms Gulch Trail
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A bonus, on returning to the parking lot saw a fully restored red Austin Healey 3000, probably early 1960's model.
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Edgewood Park
Tidy Tips and Owls Clover
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Bush Lupines
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Goldfields (Lasthenia glabrata)
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Buttercups
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Happiness
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.
--- Carl Sandberg
