Enjoyed the first grays this week.
Okay...actually I've eaten a half a pound already.
Shipped directly to my door...1 day arrival...amazing stuff.
And every year when I fix the first skillet full and take that first-of-the-season bite, I am reminded that nothing...absolutely nothing...tastes better than fresh morels in real butter.
Not steak.
Not tiramisu.
Not even chocolate cake.
NOTHING.
This is last meal worthy!
John and I watched the launch through the splashdown together!
What a time to be alive!
Incredible photos of both the moon and the Earth, sent back.
John is finally back home after his hospitalizations, surgeries, and subsequent rehab...a little rough around the edges...but recovering.
...we weren't sure this time...it scared both of us...
Spring is definitely underway here...rain...green...70 degree days...birds...and the mowing crew...which has the back looking like a golf course!
James is getting ready to drop the new stadium album...which I have been privileged to hear some of...and it is very good.
Lennon let all the Spring Breakers live. His patience cannot be understated.
Chris and Don and Lachlan will be here, soon, for our Spring Brunch together...where we get to spoil the grandbaby and catch up.
NFL draft is coming up (23rd) and The Raiders are already eyeballing Mendoza.
This season will be lit.
Have a great weekend!
