In Yachats, exhausted

I slept for the first two days and nights, stumbling around a little in the meadow next to the little mildewed house Sue's father built for his family to use when they drove north from their home in California to visit Oregon. It has been a wet, cool, rainy spring and early summer, and the wildflowers are happy and vibrant.

I'm back-blipping now, sitting in the car for Wifi next to the closed public library. I want to keep a record of the days. Blessings on all who drift in here for the California poppies and dandelions.