The road home is lined with wild flowers. Yellow and sunshine skies.
Kumquats are ready for picking. Mom found some walking in her neighborhood. When I was a kid one grew between my house and the Stevenson next door. I could dash o the tree during Jailbreak or hide and seek and grab a handful and crouch behind the brick wall that hid the hose big. Kumquats taste like hide and seek.
The road home from Mom's is dotted with trumpet trees. Showers of yellow blossoms--decadent signs of spring. Summer's just a moment away.