Two-inch daffodil spikes shoot up through the tangle of unmown grass at the back of our yard, but I have to leave for Reno. I hope they wait to until I’m back to bloom.

This will be my last trip to Reno for the foreseeable future, and I’m happy about it. It’s just in time to dig in to gardening, the mosquitoes aren’t yet out in force, and I could use a little time off from working for money, to work for love instead.