What a day it was yesterday.

70 degrees and 20% humidity with full blue skies and a gentle breeze. I'd like to say that in Texas we have one of these each week. Truth is that we may have five or six of these days each year. That's it, no more. And that's why they are special.

I had to break out the mower for the first time this year. I needed to soften up the yard for the beginning of the season. The smell of fresh cut grass and wild onions filled the day.

The rest of the day was replete with grandchildren working on paint and wood projects in the shop, the smell of oak and pecan on the BBQ pit, the occasional sound of laughter from the revolving conversation that rolled through the adult section. And slowed down so comfortably. To the point that you really could savor each moment. But as the sunset there was a palpable moment that you could almost feel the collapse of time as it sped up again. Most like the Enterprise moving into warp speed.

Five or six days a year. That's it. That's all. Grab every one.