My trusted four-wheeled companion Blanche.
Fascinating old buildings anxious to reveal their secrets.
Silence and solitude.
Sun and warmth.
An historic river in spring flood.
A sun-warmed stone wall on which to spend a half-hour watching the river run.
And a story to sleuth out for my esteemed editor.
And across the charging Moira, its feet stalwart in the current, silhouetted against dark pines, a tree bursts into flower, while I watch.
All the ingredients for a perfect April afternoon.
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