My passenger is stopping by for his ride at 7.
I have nothing to say this early on a Saturday.
Here are some images from the front yard.
The little daffs are up...
...some of them anyway.
One's a volunteer.
Over on the corner, by the fire hydrant, there are others, even smaller than the daffodils.
The weather has been beautiful except for the wind, which is drying everything out.
There's been no rain to speak of since December.
There were three wildfires in the hills Thursday.
I may smack the next person who tells me this has been a strange winter.
As long as I've lived here, no two winters have been alike.
I'll take that back they all have had short days and long nights.