After church I came home to Oakland by way of Kettleman Lane through Lodi, and on over the levee road across the valley. The orchards on Kettleman Lane bravely continue the blossom trail for this season, and I once again remarked on the flatops.
I watered the containers in the front garden before I left for church this morning. I also soaked the shrub rockroses at the far end of the front slope garden, having just fed them the day before. I am scouring the nursery ads for specials on mulch. The front slope garden will take an enormous amount.
A Year at the Snake 