The hills are still bare and sere, less than alive. But spring is in the air! The day began overcast, with, however, "Dutchman's britches," patches of pale blue parting the clouds here and there. Lunch was great, since we enjoyed the company of Vicky's mother as well as Kate, one of our caregivers. By then the day was gorgeous. And thought I had errands to run, my first duty was to get out there and relish all that the day offered. Starting to regain my mojo. After I crested Gunstock Creek Road, my nose detected the aroma of rain evaporating from the pavement. Then, a patch or two where a farmer had burned off the weeds. Take a right on 122, then onto the home stretch. It's great to be alive, in such an incredibly lovely corner of the earth!
Tom Smedley, the Elder and the Younger.