Yesterday was such a beautiful day in the Berkshires, the sky the shade of blue that gave birth to the expression "blue sky"—a color I missed in my almost twenty years in L.A. where it only appeared on the rare smog and/or haze free days (at least the way I remember my time there now), but seems more common elsewhere, like back East yesterday in ways that evoked everything wonderful about the beginning of summer.
Of course we've had many days like this in winter this year but they felt almost ominous. Yesterday felt more natural and evocative of childhood when the seasons (at least in the Northeast) reflected those in children's books and old "technicolor" movies (often by Disney, though the one that came to mind yesterday was OKLAHOMA!).
In fact, yesterday was such a beautiful day (at least nature-wise) I forgot to post. Life certainly has its challenges, but if now and then we get a day like yesterday, with the classic puffy white clouds and sky-blue sky and perfect temperature (not too warm not too cool), (and in the case of where I was lushly green and sensually curved hill and mountain tops), well it kind of makes it all seem worthwhile, at least for a day.