Nothing says Springtime quite as strongly as daffodils. On Sunday, my parents showed me a jug full straight from their garden; these, admittedly, are probably from Gelsons (I have a few daffodil bulbs in place - no flowers, as yet). The streets are full of pink blossoming trees that I've been meaning to look up for ages - it turns out that they're pink trumpet trees, second cousin to the regular gold/yellow trumpet trees. And they're relatives of the jacaranda - two months to go before they're back! Who says there are no seasons in LA?