We heard peepers, Jeff and Paul and I, when we walked at Oakalla last week, but today we saw our first green frog. The bird song in the park was almost deafening in spots.
Lunch at Phở Hong, nommy lemongrass pork chomp.
It’s an absolute unit of a day here, puffy white clouds and eagles circling and the air feels like a kiss. A pollen laden kiss.
Paul and Keith are off to the Island for a Restorative Justice event on Saturday.
