A tiny wedge of sky

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Ralph Waldo Emerson



A beautiful blue sky and crisp air with the promise of spring, it's a perfect Sunday. We had a delicious baked stuffed lobster birthday meal last night with some lovely vodka martinis. A lazy morning now, breakfast on the patio in the weak, but warming sun.

The squirrels love the sun as well, but the peanuts, that's their real joy.

We just took little M's car seat out of the Saab, it will go back to it's kind lender and the car will again be just for folks pretending to be grown ups, sigh.