New Orleans hit a cold and wet spell.  It appears I will not make it into his pool.  I am spending a week there.  When I got home the weather was hitting seventy practically every day–a little warmer than I left.  I am still waiting to spot my first hummingbird here.  I saw two in my friend’s yard.  I just saw my first one.  My living room window is in view from the keyboard I am using to write this.

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