So the egg isn't cooked but I am! Bill rescued me and took me up in the mountains today. There is an apple blossom festival in Oak Glen, an hour from here and we decided to escape the heat and spend the day up there. The temperature dropped from 41 degrees Celcius in Palm Desert to 29 degrees in Oak Glen. The difference in this eleven degree drop is night and day. One feels like sticking your head in an oven, the other a hot summer day. The apple trees up in the mountains are in full bloom and the countryside was beautiful. The orchardists survive by selling baked goods, preserves and crafts year round. Their big event is apple harvesting time in the fall but there were big crowds for this weekend's blossom festival.
We watched apple cider being made, sampled it and bought a jug, listened to a bluegrass band while chewing on candy apples and watched day-old goats - still wobbly on their feet.
A certain little guy and his Mum and Dad are flying in tonight and Bill and I feel like it is Christmas - just can't wait!
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