My son and I set out on our two-mile hike to Golden Grain Farm yesterday beneath a ceiling of unusual clouds. By the time we got back, an hour later, the sky was a clear blue.

This morning I took a short break from work when an old friend, now my sister-in-law's sweetheart, pulled into the driveway. He has a week off from his job and is here to hunt deer with his bow and arrow; he's so excited he's vibrating. I took him over to Golden Grain Farm and gave him a key before he went on his merry way. He couldn't wait to get out there and warm up his shooting arm on the gophers.

Scott is 49 today. I will bake a chocolate cake this afternoon. No icing. He likes to pour milk on his cake instead.