March Madness has different meaning in my world. It’s a month of getting by: enduring the final days before Winter turns to Spring.
And although California Winters have not be as wet and cold as Winters else where, March holds a different kind of darkness for us.
The other day, YaYa reminded me that not only did his father die in March; my own father died in March too.
YaYa asked, “Isn’t this the month I always seem to get really sick in?” I replied, “Yes, it is. But let’s try to make this year different.”
You almost didn’t notice him off to the side of the trailhead. For some odd reason, this guy in a white coat sort of blended into the landscape. He was painting the cement bridge at the entrance to the park. This picturesque scene, which greets us each weekend, is one that I never take for granted. I was happy to see him working to capture it.
BoBo tried to register for Spring Quarter 1 day early. He showed up at a medical appointment a day early as well. In frustration, he sent me a text message complaining about Leap Day. “Why do they add a day to the calendar every 4 years? It’s stupid!,” he complained.
There are several locks all around the abandoned barn that sits adjacent to the trailhead. This fence closure actually had three locks hanging from the rusty chain. Although picturesque, I wondered what purpose they were now serving.