But mostly spent reading amid green pines and firs and baby oak trees, sun turning their leaves green-gold morning and night, dry grasses that snapped too easily (hinting at a nasty fire season ahead), hummingbirds and ravens and jays and, our last morning, several mule deer yearlings with those big eyes and bigger ears of theirs.
Came home yesterday evening to desert air just barely on the cool side of warm. This morning, it’s more solidly on the warm side of warm (98/37). Time to store up the memory of cold mornings and cutting wind and to store it up for a summer of hunkering down (with side trips to KW West and Westercon) and focusing and getting some serious work done. (Thief Eyes revisions to come in just a few weeks, plus — before and after and probably in between, too — the Bones sequel — whooosh!)