Home Again

The weather in Highlands, when we returned home, was ideal for running - bright, cloudless blue skies, temperatures in the 80s, and all the hostas twice as tall as when we left.  And the lawn - it is summer again when I wrestle once again with what I call "lawn" but is actually a wide variety of plant matter mixed with various types of grass.

Yesterday I went up to run after completing the usual post-vacation errands - paying bills, doing laundry - and caught up with Derek, Skip, and Morris.  It is nice to run with friends again!  And to be back in Highlands, rambling around in a lazy 6-mile run circling back around Lower Lake Road, where it is shady and green and cool.

Our beautiful Town!  Dressed, for May, in a thousand shades of green - absolutely  beautiful.

And in our bed at night, there is absolute silence here in our quiet little valley.  Except . . . what is that distant, rhythmic, faraway noise?  I sometimes think I can still hear the crash of the ocean at night . . .