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lookin’ fer a wildflower windfall?

Feelin’ frail? Has yer blood gone pale? What we need is a high hue infusion!

Here in Cali, we dwell in poppy valley our flamboyant nest of colorful inclusion.

Heavenly Sun done revved his fun gun throw shade on purveyors of disillusion.

Indian Paintbrush has a crimson blush quite intent on her doldrums solution.

Worm Moon crawls as a Lupin enthralls plunge me into this periwinkle dilution.

A cherry ka-pling sings a tall rope swing toe tickles thanks to purple Lilliputians.

Middle of March, the Everlasting is starched the summer heat will bloom her maple trace.

Granite rock sports spots of lichen in knots oak limbs a ladder for Queen Anne’s Lace.

Way out west that drought took a rest now hues imbue each wild open space.

Sweet meadows enchant, find a Rembrandt I kid you not, we have a wildflower hotline.

Take a weekend cruise to seek the best hues stops along the way to sample our local wines.

Must be spring, buttercups do handsprings and a kitty kaleidoscope breeze feels feline.

I discovered this morning that California has a hotline to call to find the best wildflower colors across the state at any given time during spring.