And that's all I have to say about today: 70°, sunny, and almost no wind. A day to revel in. The dogs and I were almost completely blissed out, to coin a phrase. My corner of the High Plains was amply blessed today!
A poet/author friend who had come along on one of my Irish "spiritual rambles" on the Ould Sod had sent me a wonderful 14-page account of his experiences on the trip. I sat on the front deck, on the steps, with the dogs around me, and enjoyed reading his essay. The trip had been in May of '01 and his essay was a bracing and vivid reconstruction of a truly memorable experience. I go back in September and am already restless for it to happen.
And what an amazing evening to sit outside and read my friend's gentle memoir. The High Plains and Ireland have much in common. Maybe that's part of what drew me here.