Every single matilija poppy in the garden is in full bloom. Roses weigh down every limb. Bunnies dot the canyon with their tails. Now joined by four baby quail small enough to fit in the palm of my hand chomping away at the garden floor under supervision of two doting parents. This morning a colorless female hummingbird flew right up to my face, hovered and I swear made eye contact with me. As if in thanks for the glorious garden we share. Still a fertile spring garden until June's looming summer solstice. Like the abandoned one across the way where yesterday we spied a cavorting young buck with a magnificent rack of still fuzzy antlers. Spring has indeed sprung!