I spent Sunday morning with a House of Cards hangover. Steve and I managed to watch all 13 episodes of Season 4 over two nights, and I’m still working on clearing my brain of the evil debris that Frank and Claire represent. Yikes. That’s all I have to say…yikes (well, I have more to say, but I’ll give you time to catch up first).
We had a huge rain storm Saturday night and I had hoped for blue skies and left over almond blossoms on Sunday. I found neither, but I did find this and it seemed a fine antidote for people behaving badly, fictional and real.
Ah nature, I sure do admire you, even…and perhaps especially, between the storms.