And the Seasons Roll On

Well, the bar exam did what the bar exam does... haze, trouble, and stump. It was both as awful, and at the same time, not as awful, as I had been told it would be. Everyone was polite, diligent, silent. We had no earthquakes (but my friend Sara did), we had no crazy people regurgitating or running for the doors. It is over but for the waiting.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the seasons roll on, and it is time for another son to become an adult, and for picking raspberries and making jam. These are pictures from my garden.

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