I love spring time in San Diego.
Most spring breaks during college I would go on a mission trip down to Ensenada, Mexico. One year I went as part of a team teaching vacation bible school in a little town. Another year I went on a basketball team and we played against military, city, and prison teams. Each year instead of spending the night in a high school gym on this side of the border the night before, my team would crash at my parents house on Camino del Valle.
My parents had this 50 yard daisy bed along the street. When my team would stay there before our trip to Mexico, it would not be in bloom. But when I would return a week later, it would be full of big bright purple and white daisies. There would be a dramatic change all in a week time. That was when I knew that Spring had arrived, and I would get a skip in my step.
My parents no longer live at that house, and the new owner removed that flower bed. But its memory will always exist in my mind and will bring me great joy. I still love spring, and now the consistency of the daisy bed, has been replaced by the love of the orange California poppies that perk up this time of year, this month of year, this week of year.