When we went up into the hills on Monday to scatter Grandma's ashes, it was one of the most gorgeous days I have seen in that usually sere, brown land. It was green with spring and the shy was the blue you find only in the west in the high mountain areas, with thunderstorms marching like mobile castles across the immense distances. The sun was brilliant, the air not quite hot, with a good breeze.
I forgot to put on the extra sunblock. I am finding that my shirt collars hurt me.