It's the golden week. We have one in the spring -- the week all the forsythia suddenly burst into bloom and it seems every house has it's golden decorations. That's sometime in April.
In the autumn we have a golden week too, when all the trees that have leaves that turn yellow or gold seem to have turned all at once. Then every walkway, every drive along a tree-lined street is golden. Most golden, of course, when the sun is shining. But the gold and yellow are so brilliant even the rainy, gray days become lighted with color. This is week is IT and I'll be driving in it around noon as I was yesterday.
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!