talking

Until you dig a hole, you plant a tree, you water it and make it survive, you haven't done a thing. You are just talking.

Wangari Muta Maathai

I took a few days off blogging there, I guess. I had some serious talking to do, and it needed parsing out. Last night was the annual meeting of my homeowners association. It's a 280 unit, 15 acre complex on the California coast. For the past 18 months or so, I've served as president. So I made a speech, a powerpoint presentation, don't ya know.

We have somewhere near 300 trees, and some new ones have been planted lately. They're doing alright. But, no thanks to me in particular, is my point.

It's a beautiful, sunny and warm spring day here in paradise! And for the past few days, we've a special visitor over at Mom and Dad's house. They've been pet-sitting a friend's little dog, Etta. [Photos here.] She's such a great little person to play with; an affectionate, great little pal. So I've been spending some time over there as well. … Life is good.