I stood out in the middle of the Valle this morning taking photos of a gentleman mow hay. When I turned around I saw the clouds lifting. Dreamy.
Dear husband scrounged around in the uppermost loft of the barn yesterday to retrieve a couple of fans. It is hot up here in the mountains, but not in a bad way. In the middle of winter I have hot dreams about the summer sun. So in a sense, I reckon I'm living out my dreams.
