A Stolen Day

I always called them stolen days: those days that are wonderful; where you somehow end up having an exceptional day; often outside; often with a good friend.
This was one of those days. The weather was exquisitely beautiful. After some rain the valley greens.
This is the Ojai Valley Land Conservancy land down in what is called the river bottom. There is a river and it is running through a large valley. Often and for months it is dry.
There is an abandoned orchard of orange trees and we picked a bag of them to make sweet juice.
There was hardly a soul down there until we were leaving and then the horses started up the trail.