3.16.2009 

In between the rain, Josef and I took a bike ride to the main road, Highway 17. The sidewalks and parking lots and ditches are covered with a yellow dust the color of hardboiled egg yolk, pollen from the trees. In puddles, the pollen creates intricate marble patterns that we stopped to look at.

A happy surprise came when Brian, the pasta maker, gave us a pizza-sized box of mushroom ravioli, as though straight from the heavens.

Otherwise, we’re all prepping for 365, which is now 5 days away.

Amy