For whatever reason, Tuesdays are meaner than Mondays this year . It seems consistent, if I’m going to get bad news, it happens on Tuesday.
Yesterday morning was glorious though. This is what happened while we were waiting for my son’s bus.
Central California isn’t beautiful at first glance. Or at most glances, haha. The sky makes up for the general ugliness, (thanks drought!), being within driving distance of the coast and the Sierra Nevada helps too. I am leaning to find beauty if less obvious places, and the less I resent being here, the easier they are to find.
The cotton field we live next to was harvested this last week, I’m not sure why so much gets left behind…