A Very Warm Saturday

This morning I joined twelve or so people in our first guide training at Cold Canyon. It was hot by eleven, the kind of hot that makes you sweat in a T-shirt walking slowly up a slight incline. We saw blooming California fuchsias and the Anna’s hummingbirds that guarded them ferociously; I learned to tell the difference between poison oak and skunk bush (really really important); we divvied up our mini-presentations (I’m doing mine next week). It was a good day to be out in the sunshine.

This evening was a chili cookoff with bluegrass by Chicken Tractor (a friend and neighbor plays mandolin in this band). It was punctuated by checkins of the first World Series game. (Cards were winning 7-1 when we left.)

A normal, sort of, Saturday.

But when (I’m a when not if person) the flu pandemic hits, we won’t be doing any of this. No doing out, no mingling, no shopping, not any of it.

Maybe a lot more gardening?