I have seen paradise and it is southern California in March. Green and blooming. The rundown--good workshop, good concerts, good people. I saw my uncle and aunt--folks I haven't seen in 20 years. I put lots of miles on cars, played with various dogs and cats at the places I stayed, admired mountains close and from afar, and had a few beautiful heart to heart conversations.

It was the flowers I loved the best. Oh, and the sunshine. And the food. And the people. Oh, everything, I guess. I hear it browns up real good out there in the summer. But what a spring!