Ah, spring is here, and the smell of sludge is in the air.
I took that photo yesterday standing on the shore of the Richardson Bay Audubon Center in Tiburon. For those utterly unfamiliar with the area north of the Golden Gate Bridge save for the realization that somewhere up north is Wine Country, Tiburon is a little rich town just 9.2 miles (give or take) north of the famed bridge. This sanctuary is a favorite outing for elementary grade students because it meets some of the California state educational standards.
[And, hey, ain't it really all about the standards when it comes to the education of our children? God forbid we might want to foster a love of something outside the standards of a certain grade.]
Another spring day, another field trip for another kid o' mine. Yesterday marked the fourth time in three years that I've been to that place on a field trip. [And I'm not even counting having to go back yesterday to retrieve the teacher's forgotten purse.]
It was a gorgeous day. And San Francisco never looks as beautiful to me as when I'm not in it.