French Valley Cafe

The area I live in is called French Valley. One of the fun spots for us is the French Valley Cafe. The service is not fantastic, though the waitresses are always cheerful. The food is fair - for instance Jean got cold eggs and it was hard for me to cut Pasha's pancakes - but it does sit on the tarmac of the local airport and that makes it fun.

We met the Zimmermanns for a farewell breakfast. They return to Michigan on the 6th of April. It has been an emotionally fraught two years, but I think we have all come to a place of peace . Not me, of course, but everyone else. :>

Besides the planes, there is a great view of the snow capped mountains. Seen in the background is either San Gorgonio or San Jacinto - I can never remember which is which.

There is, of course, lots of plane kitsch

This reminded me of Danny, who for those of you who may be unaware, is learning to fly helicopters and very close to getting his first license? certificate? Not sure.

Take off

And in keeping with my single minded garden focus, adjacent to the airport
there is a field of beautiful blue lupines.