I'm still walking.
2 months ago I would have not been able to make it up this extremely steep hill that looks extremely NOT steep in this picture.
I wouldn't have seen this field of sunflowers with downtown hovering in the background.
I wouldn't have finally, after 21 years, discovered the precise (yet nameless!) tree that turns northeast LA into a giant perfume factory every spring. I wouldn't have stood underneath it and listened to the soft roaring of a thousand bees.
I could have stood under that tree all day waiting for one of those fragrant petals to land on my head. But I didn't. I kept moving. There were other trees that needed my attention.
Other porches and fences and fields.
I felt like the Very Hungry Caterpillar. Hungry for my neighborhood and all of its enchantments.
My very own moveable feast.
Savoring it all... on this last week of vacation here in the homeland before heading off on my great Parisian walkabout.