California Thinks I'm Fat

 

The Tumbleweeds have temporarily escaped the ravages of winter and stumbled into a land called California. It is green here. Things grow here. 

 We had a pleasant drive south from Sacramento to Los Angeles in California's Central Valley. Mile after mile of orchards, vineyards and all manner of green and growing things. Plums, oranges, pistachios, olives, grapes, almonds and who knows what. They ought to put signs up telling you what this stuff is, the grocery store does it why can't the farmers? 

The traffic wasn't too bad, the view was interesting. 

California Grass Angel

And then there's Los Angeles.

The City of Angels is very crowded and not green. 

We drove through the heart of the city for the first time. Saw the Hollywood sign. I was really hoping to see a celebrity like Angelina Jolie or Festus but it wasn't meant to be. They don't hang out in traffic like regular people. I did see a guy driving a dump truck who looked like Tony Orlando, but Dawn wasn't there so I didn't ask for an autograph.

If you squint really hard you can almost see Festus

There are 2.7 things I found disconcerting about LA:

#1. Saying LA makes you sound like a wanker.

#2. There are no clouds. It's a Stepford-Wife sky. It is unnatural.

#3. In 10 miles I saw 10 billboards telling me I should get skinny with surgery.

#3 1/2 The fast food restaurants have the calories posted on the menu next to the prices making it:

                    A. Confusing

                    B. Guilt inducing (compounded by said billboards)

No clouds. No Festus

On the way out of Los Angeles toward Phoenix we passed the birthing place of all windmills. It is a veritable windmill nesting ground in southeastern California. Only about 10% of them were spinning but clearly that's enough to blow away the clouds...

              

*****The green pictures are inspired by Glen. He who loves snow.****