Ashland. Hot. She was reading tarot cards. I was wilting.

(I took many today with camera - maybe one day they will be looked at. The landscape down here is on the dry side, hills and pushing to bigger than hills - I have never been down here. At 480 miles from home doubt I will again. 88 F. Melts me. To coast tomorrow which is my kind of world)

(I made this detour to coastal agenda to see a play at famous Shakespeare festival. Chose Jane Eyre. )