Back in February, I moaned and complained about the snow when we should have been enjoying the cherry blossoms.
Well, the cherry blossoms still aren’t here and I’m not the only one impatiently waiting for spring to chase away the dark and dreary days.
“Care to go for a swim?”
“No thanks. The water’s much too cold.”
in small town Mexico, we find little delights.
Walking home from the beach, we often see people out for a trail ride. The horses live just off main street a few blocks away.
Off for dinner in the next town (a few minute drive away) we find the main street blocked off for the Spring parade, the floats all manned by the kindergarten classes of the area.
Then we see a charming painted wall on a street leading to the beach. I want to live in one of these houses, if only they were real.