For a year and a half I lived in Los Angeles, working at UCLA. Contrary to what most people think, my little corner of the universe - West Los Angeles & Santa Monica were totally accessible by bus. Work was could even be a walk home if the weather was nice and ah, the weather *was* nice. You had to be careful though...you might trip over some avocados that had dropped onto the sidewalk from an overhanging branch. I mean... Ah, Caruso...paradise on earth.
Back on the East Coast, this time of year always reminds me of Los Angeles. Maybe because the flowers are in bloom, reminding me of the jacaranda trees - or the warm, perfumed air before it turns all hot and Hell-like. Who knows. I am glad to be living where I am. Green Husband grew up here and there is something extremely pleasant about running into various generations peeps from way back when you drop into the hardware store or the barbershop. And of course, Spring is never so delightful when it has been a hard winter. But still, I do loooove L.A.
green LA girl has been blogging right along since who knows when about all green things LA. Now I can live vicariously through her posts this Spring, with an eye out for my former stomping grounds.