Friday afternoon, we left for our week-end away with the RV group. We headed east, over the Cascade Mountains to the little town of Cashmere. It is known for its fruit orchards: apple, pear and cherries, especially. They are not really into bloom quite yet, but well on their way. There was a peculiar sound during the night, I kept thinking it was helicopters flying over. I learned in the morning that those are the modern-day windmills that the orchardists have to keep the frost off the blossoms/fruit that are just starting. [Someone who knows more about this than me, please chime in!] A great fun week-end. Now to some more chores, but I can feel righteous knowing the bathroom is sparkling!