Saturday, October 6, 2007
It's October. Everyone who is staying the winter is here. It's Sierra mountain weather--bright sky, cool breeze. The lake spreads out like a jeweled carpet. The marigolds are two feet high, the green zinnias twice that. I am on my front porch on an old metal glider. A week ago some old, dear, hilarious friends celebrated a landmark birthday together. October sailing; October baseball. Nothing better.