Although the schools around here have been in session for going on three weeks, I have just realized I neglected to tell you about the first day of school, or non school for us retirees. Three of us took off for a trip to a small valley town–Reedley–on that day when the students and teachers were required to return to their places in the classroom. 
The trip down the highway, and across the valley floor, took us past orchards of peaches and vineyards of grapes. We saw pickers in the fields and harvesting equipment on the roads. The dusky smell of harvest was in the air, the smell of dirt and fermenting fruit.
My friends and I checked out a few of the stores in town. We especially liked this sign that we found in one place:
It seemed to sum up our feeling for our lives right now.
Reflecting on this day away, with blackberry pie for lunch, the joy of the first day of non-school still lingers.








