Buds

It's perhaps disturbingly early, but there are now buds on the previously "yucky" trees. She seems dubious when I point to the tiny leaf clusters, but point I do.

Our exchange when getting back to Silverado was pretty standard--"Do you have something to do in there?" "I don't have any money." "Should I just wait in the car?"--and then she threw in "You don't like me very much." That one made me laugh and I assured her I did. A lot of times I have to lie; a lot of times I tell the truth.