I got up early this morning and met Léo in Eugene to bring Huxley home. The poor little Prius was sailing across the giant lake which is I-5 today.
I snapped this picture of ducks in the park. At least someone likes this weather. I know, I know: we’ll be thankful for the rain in a few months.
Spring is here. The goldfinches are regaining their bright plumage and the daffodils are blooming. Yesterday before the rain started we had our first lawn-mowing, anti-blackberry yard session for the year.
Reunited and it feels so good . . .