The plants. The plants out here are really weird. I've lived in the Northeast pretty much all my life (even my exchange-student jaunt in Paris still was contained in the same latitude).
Lucy and I marvel over the seed pods out here. You know those helicopter seed pods on the east coast? They exist out here -- except the helicopter pods are literally three times the size here. We have gigantic pine cones, huge string beans, and lantern-like pods out here.
We live four blocks from a library and playground. We had driven there in the past but we had a playdate with one of Arlo's buddies, and we walked there. I can't believe it took a CA family to make me recognize that we can walk there! It's a pleasant walk. Two-three blocks through our residential neighborhood and then a couple outlining the park and the nearby power station. Those last couple blocks are a botanical garden of our new world. A world where Birds of Paradise are considered cheapo greenery for the Lowes and Target parking lot. A world where there are there are these weird spongy bark trees. Where there are gigantic pine cones and weird pink pine cones that are actually magnolia blossoms and seed pods that look like paper lanterns. A world where it's 91 degrees in mid-to-late October and the roses in our front yard are blooming away merrily.
That's what's funny about California today.