About two years ago, I drove by the Lake Elsinore bloom on my way to Anza Borrego. The bloom looked pretty but not spectacular. So, when my best friend Sarah, who lives nearby in Temecula, invited me out for an early hike on a Saturday in Lake Elsinore to see the flowers, I shrugged and said yes because I hadn’t seen her for a while and I also haven’t hit the trail for quite some time.
It was an absolutely spiritual experience. Nothing can come close to describing the beauty of millions of golden poppies opening up for the gentle morning sun with flocks of painted ladies alighting gently on said flowers. Sitting up high overlooking this spectacle, I felt hope that even though we see so much darkness and death in the world everything was going to be okay. After years of drought and fire and death, here is Spring dancing and alight with fresh life and beauty.
Here are some pictures that don’t do it justice: