Fountaingrove Parkway

There is a good chance that when I say I drove across town, I took Fountaingrove Parkway. The whole area was sparsely populated and burned down in a major fire in 1963. Major development followed despite a county ordinance against ridgetop building, an ordinance that still exists.It was covered with pseudo Tuscan houses , considered to be the height of upscale housing design. We referred to as 'pink fungus'. The Tubbs fire in 2017 burned  the same footprint as the 1963 Hanley fire, except that now the hill was covered with 3,000 houses, almost all of which burned down. 

It is slowly being rebuilt and the prevailing style appears to be some kind of 'modern farmhouse' or in some cases just 'modern'. I must say I prefer it to the pink fungus.

But it was the sky that caught my attention this morning. We had a clear starry sky when we went to bed last night, rain sometime during the night and blue skies and sunshine this morning. By the time we were on our way home from Kathy's the sky was a veritable weather map. We had plenty of time to admire it as we dawdled along behind the inevitable  dump truck. They are even slower when they are full and they are everywhere.

We had plenty of time to discuss our different approaches to dressing for the weather. John seems incapable of deciding what to wear without consulting the indoor-outdoor thermometer outside the window, even if he has just been down the driveway to get the newspaper. I decide based on looking at the sky and going outside the door. I guess that's what John meant when he told me one time that he 'thinks in numbers'. A light rain is predicted for Saturday and another atmospheric river for early next week. 

David came by to put the hardware on our doors and offered us some oyster mushrooms he was carrying in his hat. He noticed our hesitation and said he would take them home and eat them first and if he didn't die he knew where to find more and he'd bring us some....