Frankie had Bret's little car up until this weekend's car switch, so we took it out for a ride yesterday afternoon. Too hot really, for me anyway. I need to cover my whole head as my dark hair just soaks up the sun and my head gets so stinken hot my brain fries. Consequently I actually type things like How Green Was My Valley instead of leaving them in my head where they belong.
Its nice living in the country, or sort of country, as you can see things like this. Fresh and grown without pesticides.
Here's a bit of Del Valle Reservoir, it looks pretty full from this view.
This was interesting. This row of horses is tied up along the fence at Wente's Tasting Room.