Welcome to my new morning walk, something I want to do every morning, and those who wish to come are invited along. This morning, my eye was caught by the beautiful blue sky and some flowers popping up in my raised bed with a roar. You are invited to come along this and every morning.

Maria and I are headed to the Post Office to shop for vegetables. Tomorrow our friend Katie is leading her Bollywood Dancers in a dance at the Farmer’s Market. I will be there. This afternoon, Maria takes me on a canal ride next to the Hudson River. I’m psyched.

Every morning, the flowers are different.