Beautiful outside already, 7:30am, and I love that about Northern California. There's no morning uck to burn off before sunniness is around us. The trees in the distance have long shadows on the fairway and all the green is back after the grays and emptiness of the winter. Thank you Universe for this lovely day and for the sound sleep I enjoyed last night.
I see that my one rose bush has about 8 buds beginning to burst. Dad's had his influence on that bush, I feel his presence everytime I see home grown roses. You know the ones I mean: they're not perfect, kinda floppy but intense in color and the fragrance fills one's head, and immediatly one knows they were not produced in a controlled environment but left to be a part of nature.
Love you Dad.
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