Roses

When you're already tired, events of danger, panic, fear, have less impact. Last week was like that. Dad's surgery, Annalise's car wreck, it was a series of big adrenaline moments followed by a rather tired Thursday night screening. The screening went well, there were lots of good comments, good moments, more pruning to do, of course, but it's getting closer.

The weekend was quiet, spent scouting locations for the feature, in beautiful Bastrop, at a Boy Scout ranch and park.
Cedar, water, sunshine.

Then Valentine's Day. I'm not a big fan of Valentine's day, it's so much about buying things and love. I would like if everyday had less of the former, more of the latter. Steve makes Valentine's day special. He made one of his amazing dinners complete with pears drizzled in chocolate, and there are beautiful roses on my table in all shades from pink to red.