Open letter to Californians

Dear mom,
Although the snow has melted here and I no longer gasp and shiver when I step outside, the trees are barely budding yet and the few green blades of grass are still quite overwhelmed by last year's leftover brown. I long for certain signs of spring: a shower of leaves on the trellis there by my bedroom door; daffodils competing valiantly with your small patch of lettuce; our house filling gradually with fur.... Here, we never have those summer days when all you can imagine possible is to settle by the nearest river and eat watermelon. I miss my home, mom. Please send avocados.