Like everyone else, I’ve been bogged down compiling receipts and statements to file my taxes. The software does the math but still there is all that data to collect. This is math time, number crunch times. I always find it so darn . . . taxing.
Okay, one step at a time, I tell myself and then glance out the window. Spring has come and all the liquid amber in my garden shimmer in the sunlight. Because of the copious amounts of rain in California this winter, the hills are green. The wild mustard in the canyons is now as tall as the hikers, bright yellow patches among every shade of green on the mountain slopes and beyond the deep blue of the Pacific. So I’m heading out for a hike this afternoon. The numbers can wait till this evening.