First Moments of Spring



Spring flowers appearing in San Francisco, soon to be here!

 It's 72 degrees here and I am sitting outside on the deck. There is not much green to be seen in my view, and a pretty heady wind is blowing. But there is no denying that it feels like spring. Hallelujah!

Last night was the first night I could crank open the window above my sink and feel the warm sweet air filling the kitchen. I always relish that first day when the house is too warm and I can cool it down by cracking the window for a short while. Since it is still mid-March, the outside air eventually got too cold and I had to close the window. But this is a true harbinger of spring for me.

I don't know what your first impressions of spring are, but I hope you enjoy them. The full-fledged season of rebirth and all of its beauty will be here soon. Can't wait.

If You Can Make it Here. . .



We are back from our whirlwind trip to New York City. We had a good time, saw a lot of sights (and people), a show (Memphis which was great) and a lot of basketball (Big East Tournament).

We planned to take one of the city bus tours one day that would drive us around for a couple of hours and from which you can jump off to spend more time at a particular place. You don't  have to search for these tours: they find you. Spend a few moments in Times Square and several vendors will approach you to sell you tickets for tour buses. We only wondered for a few moments about how they knew we were out-of-towners. I'm sure our dress and body language gave us away.

But on the last day we were there, a man came up to us and asked us, as he pointed, if that was the Chrysler Building in the distance. We said yes, we thought so and he looked surprised: "You mean you aren't New Yorkers?" he asked. Guess we had finallly made it. And as the song says, if we can make it there, we can make it anywhere. Felt like we were on top of the heap!