It's walking barefoot on the beach time ... today. For the past three days it's been real, beautiful spring, up to 75 today. Wonderful. The prediction is for a high of 55 tomorrow. That would not be an unusual fluctuation. One must enjoy the wonderful days because spring is a fickle season here. The leaves are popping out on the trees. Rachel and I stopped at the excellent gelato place just off Main Street yesterday. We had celebrated mother's day on Saturday but we took an uncharacteristic stroll on Main Street, noting that surely not all the people eating at sidewalk cafe tables are locals. The invasion of the tourists must have begun. We browsed some favorite stores and I ventured into that den of temptation that I try to stay away from: Tim's Used Books. It's where I can find all kinds of things I didn't know existed but suddenly want to read. I came home with three, which was serious self-discipline. I have my annual Mother's Day gift -- pots of bright pink geranimums for the two holders on my mini patio. Also I have a table and chair there, so I'm all set for late afternoon, early evening -- or any time -- reading.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!