It’s spring here — there’s no denying it. Trees are blooming; birds are singing.
Above is my wild, addled house; below is the tidy park around the capital in Sacramento. I drove to Sacramento on Saturday to see a friend. It’s a nice drive, and I wished I’d left more time to get off the road and see what’s going on in the marshes.
I’m feeling all at 6s and 7s. I think it’s the spring — it always makes me feel like I want to be doing something, but I don’t know what.
All right — stuff to do here, although what I’d really like to do is go roll around in the grass.
Maybe later —