Last night it rained. I noticed the drops on the back door. I didn’t even ask Henry if he wanted out. He is a dog with sound judgment so he would back away from the door. I don’t know how long it rained. Henry went out a couple of hours later.

I went out yesterday to my morning uke lesson then went home a roundabout way just for the ride. It was a pretty day. Lots of pink trees have bloomed. Some trees have red buds getting close to being leaves. Tulips and dafs are along the front gardens of houses. They are easy to see being so bright and so tall. I stopped at Nancy’s Candies and bought some red licorice, 2 chocolate covered Oreos, and 2 dark chocolate peanut butter cups. I loved my ride, and I really loved my stop at Nancy’s.

Today is a gorgeous day. The sun is squint your eyes bright, and it is already 63˚. Everything in the backyard is glinting in the sun. The air is so still nothing is moving. The birds are noisy. I have to go out again today. I’m glad. I’m thinking another ride, the long way around again but the other long way around.

When I was a kid, I would have loved a morning like today’s. I remember the walk to school under the trees on sunny, warm spring mornings. The leaves were still small so the sun shined through to the sidewalk, not yet dappled in shade. The houses next to the sidewalk had small front lawns. I think the road was widened so the sidewalk was moved long before I lived there. They were the old houses I passed on my walk to school. In my town, the old houses were the biggest. Many of them were painted white. I knew a kid in school who lived in one. He was a nice kid, but I was always in awe of where he lived. What’s funny is I still remember his name though I haven’t seen or heard of him since I graduated from grammar school, but thoughts of old houses bring him back to mind. In my memory drawer, he is forever connected to the big old white house on Franklin Street just off the square.