Well here we are. Having spent the day on the road, my folks and I have arrived in the Deep Woods of northern California, for a visit with my bro, his wife, and my nephew, T. Of course, T was a’bed long before we arrived.

It was a fine February day. California can be beautiful this time of year, and if you have any affinity for the San Joaquin Valley, it’s good to drive it when everything is green. In one vast field, they appeared to be picking carrots. I didn’t know they picked carrots this time of year, but that’s what it looked like. A whole fleet of huge trucks lined up to bear them away. Good for your eyesight, you know.

Lots of grape vineyards, dormant for winter but unpruned. Early strawberries were being picked along the Santa Clarita River. Oranges still on the trees and falling; why aren’t they picking them? Strange. No market?

More news to follow.