Here on the top half of the big blue marble we ride, we’re most a week into Spring.
Ah… spring… the warm sunshine, fragrant flowers, and beautiful…
Yeah – sorry – I can’t do it.
You see, “spring” here in the foothills of Central California means heat, dust, allergies, and extreme fire danger… all of which worsen exponentially by the time “summer” comes. Kind of makes me wonder what it would be like if we had decent rainfall again… there might be a story there. Just sayin’
No matter how uncomf...
Published on March 25, 2015 12:30