"An the river bank talks of the waters of March, it's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart." Antonio Carlos Jobim
Welcome, March. It feels like we missed the Methow Valley winter altogether, which might not be a bad way to go.
It seems more like April right now with the warm sun and dry ground. A strange February indeed-- no melting berms along the roads or dirty piles of snow all over town.
On Saturday I even got my beach chair out of the garage ate a sandwich by the river, watched over by some chubby townies, begging for a crust.
We had a great weekend. Dinner was nice on Friday, fancy salads (the weird looking one was my apple and prosciutto) then shared a wood fired pizza which hit the spot.
I made a big curry dinner for the gang last night and we had a good time. Karen and I are going out to the farm today for a walk with Amanda. It is another spectacular morning without a cloud in the sky. John is on his way home and should have an easy drive back to Seattle.
