Okay, not yet, but that’s what they say here out West. Even though I’ve been here almost 34 years, I still consider myself a Southerner. I’m genetically attuned to hot and humid weather, even if it’s uncomfortable. Out here in Colorado, when it hits the 90s and 100s, the humidity tends to stay low, and so everyone consoles themselves with the phrase “but at least it’s a dry heat.” Codswallop, I say. Heat is heat, and I find the dry heat more suffocating than the humid heat. The dry heat probably helped to make this ristra as dry and bright as it is.

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Morrison, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Red is the first color of spring. It’s the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.” — Ally Condie    (This quote really resonates with me. When I turned my life upside-down, the first thing I did was buy a red couch.)

Daily gratitudes:
Spring flowers
A calm week
Cumulus clouds
Time on a swing
The person who hacked the lighted road sign on 225 and programmed it to say “Chuck is the shit”