It's a bit of a birthday tradition for me, to go out to the desert to see the wildflowers. When Rhea was here, I'd pull her out of school for the day, and I'd take a sickie from work, and we'd drive out to Lancaster to the Poppy Reserve just to glory in all that neon orange. The last few years have been woeful for wildflowers -- last year the Reserve recorded 58 poppy flowers! -- but this year's a doozy thanks to the winter rains.
I'm a woman of simple desires. All I wanted for my birthday was a bookshelf, and to visit the wildflowers. Today I got half of that :-)