Exquisite comestibles.

After taking yet another unbelievable number of photographs of my tree (despite our intermittently loud and potentially flower-destructive storms), I went an hour northeast from here for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants anywhere.

Suffice it to say that now I am so tired that I have fallen alseep three or four times, just trying to produce this writing. My week has caught up with me, resoundingly, at long last. I want to sketch my dinner for you. Instead, you get an image of this barn that I saw on my way, until I'm awake enough to write again.