California’s nickname is the Golden State. While I understand the history of this stems from the gold found here in the mid-1800s, I have heard other reasons we have this established moniker.
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Our golden sunsets.
Guilded Hollywood.
The Golden Gate Bridge.
And our gorgeous golden poppies.
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They bloom every year and cover the ground with bursts of happiness. And with each bloom, they bring me a bit of hope. While I love these tiny flowers, I forget about them every year. And then suddenly, with a wonderful surprise, they fill the gardens and cracks in the sidewalks with hope.
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Sending happiness and hope from California your way.
~Staci Lee
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They are such bright beacons.
I remember seeing lots of wild fennel growing on streets in SF. Wild!
I love them. They are starting to fade already—time for all the Jacaranda trees to show off purple.