Went to Daffodil Hill yesterday with Brooke. It was the first day they were open, and fewer than 50 percent of the flowers were in bloom, but rain is expected next week, and some years the rain has proved disastrous. It's a pretty place, a working farm the rest of the year, but open to the public during daffodil days. I'm sure when the whole hillside is in bloom, it's quite spectacular. As it was, it was a pretty day and a pretty drive.
On the way back we noticed a sign in the town of Jackson for Dandelion Days. Wondering what one could possibly celebrate about a weed, we stopped to see. It was a fairly tacky street fair with no dandelion motif in sight. No T-shirts, no posters, no dandelion wine. The sign advertising it sported a leprechaun and a shamrock. When we asked the locals, they said that it had always been Dandelion Days and they never remembered seeing even a picture of a dandelion. Go figure.
In the mission, President Lewis went tracting with some of the elders last Thursday. This isn't unusual, he does it every chance he gets. But these were biking elders, and he asked them to borrow a bike for him to ride. I'm sure they learned a lot from teaching with him. For his part, he learned how to activate the gates of gated communities by laying the bike down flat in front of the gate to replicate the metal dimensions of a car. He suspected the elders of trying to wear him out by biking the entire distance of their area, but he's a runner, and he kept pace easily. I love the visual of the three of them on their bikes in suits and helmets...
The farewell dinners have begun. On Thursday, Sister Morgan took us to Golden Corral, where she takes the missionaries every transfer day. She's the 88-year-old who help me organize the Christmas mail in December. She went skydiving on her 85th birthday and plans to return for her 90th. Last night President and Sister Lewis took me to dinner at a nice seafood restaurant. Today a couple in the Ward has invited us for corned beef and cabbage.
I will miss some of the wonderful people here. Fortunately, many of them have family ties in Utah and have promised to visit.
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