A week of warm sunny days.
Breezes!
Dry roads!!
A pair of doves in the yard.
Chipmunks and squirrels out in full force.
Green shoots at the base of the Centranthus.
Gentle morning rains. (Happily, not enough to ruin the dry roads — yet!)
Fresh sweet air.
Sitting outside in shirtsleeves.
And, as I am on the porch for morning tea, a sound I associate with the Sierra in summer: wind in the trees, but not actually blowing on me.