February in Tucson

Seventy something. Doesn't matter. When the first digit is seven, the second digit is just a detail.
High, thin clouds. A little wind.
We dressed appropriately, applied sunscreen and set out.
There was a car show with a couple of blues bands at a local mall. Outdoors. Food trucks.
We admired some of the old cars, explored the food trucks for later, selected a couple of chairs and listened to the first band. We were facing the north side of the Catalina Mountains. A large hawk was drifting on the wind. At one time he drifted about fifty feet straight overhead.
The band finished its set and we went to get BBQ tri tip. We sat on a curb to eat. Then we heard the second band warming up and headed back to the bandstand. The second band was better. More experienced. More professional. The hawk was joined by a mate. They entertained us for quite a while.
When the music stopped and it was time to give prizes to the cars, it was time to go home.
Wow. February in Tucson.

Happy Birthday Ariana

Seven!
How do you get to be seven so fast?
I think you should slow down. Don't turn eight for at least another year.
Well, enjoy your day. I hope the storm doesn't keep you from having fun.

Happy Birthday, Julian

Two years old.
At two one doesn't have the experience necessary to understand what a "birthday" is. But parents celebrate it, adding to the child's store of memories so that by age five full anticipation kicks in. If there are enough other children around having birthdays and especially parties, children can pick up on the importance of the occasion even sooner.
Sorry I don't have any pictures to post here, but you can check facebook for anything Peggie has posted.