Hemet

We visited two very special people for spring break in a town called Hemet. It's in the hills of San Bernadino (close to Palm Springs). They have a lovely home nestled in some orange orchards. While there, the only green I saw was from the orange trees, everything else was dry dirt. However, our friends have a deep appreication for flowers, animals and the like. She has created a sort of oasis in the middle of the rolling brown hills.

On one morning, I took my camera out to see if I could capture some of her wildflowers growing on their property. The first time I tried, those sweet flowers were just too cold to cooperate, thanks to the cool air and fog that followed us from Santa Cruz. On my second attempt, I found some beautiful sunbathers and some bashful flowers. However, all were willing to let me photograph them.

Then there's the orange. Oh delicious orange. One of the wonderful benefits of visiting our friends was their orange trees. First, just the smell of the orange blossoms will send you on sensory overload - in a good way. It is sweet, warm and delicious. We went on walks almost everday and filled our pockets, shirts and hands with as many as we could hold, after eating one hand picked off the tree. We'd take them back to the house and juice them. There is nothing like fresh squeezed orange juice.