Who knows what time it is? Raise your hand! Here we go again, trying to acclimate to new numbers. "OMG it's 9 oclock already!" "Oh but that means it's really only 8." And so on and so on...
The rock artist has struck again, this time adding flowers from the nearby ice plants.
It's been a lovely day, temps in the 70s. And with the extra hour (now we have 25?) I got to sit out with my book in the garden. I'm reading Eleanor and Hick, by Susan Quinn. What remarkable women!