My winter skiing and birding adventures are winding down since I arrived back in California and found blossoms peeking out on leafless branches. This meadowlark streaked through the landscape at Green String Farm during a painting class where we had easels set-up out doors to capture the budding fruit trees. Clouds still hang over the electric green grassy rolling hills with lemon yellow mustard flowers marking patterns of farmer's fields and the wind has a biting chill, but California is spring-bound. I paint with three layers of fleece and mud boots until April arrives. The birds are very busy this time of year!