Rain began to fall again today. Sonoma vineyards are silently soaking it all in and soon a carpet of bright green will cover the valley. Everyone will breath a sigh of relief. With much of the world in turmoil, no one wants our little piece of it to be off kilter.
Why tangerines? Because they were sitting on the kitchen counter looking lovely. Orange, juicy, self contained and full of sweetness. I wrapped them up in too much cellophane to celebrate everything and nothing in particular; Chinese New Year, rain, dinner with old friends, re-reading Nicole Krauss' "The History of Love" and loving it even more than the first time around, feeling good, being right here doing this. Life. What's not to celebrate?