Sometimes I need to take an excursion, if only a mental one.
This morning I made a 10 minute drive away from Powell and mentally transported myself to the Provence of Vincent Van Gogh. I pulled off to the side of Lane 11 and did my best to paint a digital picture of a Provençal landscape under the rising sun over the Powell Flat.
Charlie and Chester stayed in the truck.
When I climbed back in the truck, Charlie said "Mom, the flowers are so TALL.
They are so B E A U T I F U L..."