Yesterday was soooooo nice that I almost expected to hear Mr. Rogers (♫ It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood . . . )
Babs Young was up in Charlevoix. It was a great day for an art show, she wrote. And so it was. That’s probably why there are all those white tents waaaay off in the distance. Our Babs is being inscrutable. Gotta like that in an artist.
Today is a different kettle of fish entirely, with gray skies and drippy rain here and there. A day to make plans for the better days that will arrive any minute now. And the Cowboy smells funny. (♪ Splish-splash I was takin’ a ba-ath, long about a Saturday night . . . Back later.)