A last breakfast

on the porch

and away

over the hill

which wasn’t nearly as snowbound as

expected and down

the other side to eventual Benicia for

houseguests, dinner for ten and then

Spring comes to the garden but

not so soon to the straits…

Still, despite certain temporary Cripplings of the Foot which

resulted in Interior Days,

it wasn’t like the sun didn’t shine

inside ‘n’ out our back door… until March’s mid, anyway, when a belated winter

decided to visit.

So…with Wrecks Tillerson having done his personal best to wreck the State Department and even so out of the White House, onwards into the breach, onto the brink, or…

Yep, onwards peoples.