My days in Sherman Oaks are usually spent behind my desk. The view out of my window is of a large wall of beige concrete punctuated by the neighbor’s window across the alley. Since his days are spent in a similar fashion to mine, there isn’t much to see there. But occasionally I’ll look out that window and see our building wrapped in the most glorious light. At times such as these, I will jump in the car and drive to a nearby park to soak in what natural beauty there may be. A few days ago, I was rewarded with this scene. Flowering trees seemed to have miraculously sprouted over night and pink blossoms blew in the air like confetti. It was a wonderful reminder that nature does not hold back her gifts, even in the San Fernando Valley. I just have to remember to keep my eyes open in order to see it.