We’ve landed; we’re officially now transplanted back to Massachusetts till next winter. Over the years, we’ve grown used to the three days of driving necessary to get here, but each year it feels just a bit more difficult. This year’s added bonus was that on day one My Guy was coughing. By day two he was coughing and sneezing and my eyes began to water. By day three all we wanted, sweet Jesus, was to get home.
Once here and before my portion of The
Cold had really kicked in, I fit in a round of golf one day and a couple of
hours of pickleball the next. Following which, my best friend has been the
couch for the rest of the week, although I do plan to venture out into the
world again today.
I need to meet the head volunteer lady
for the library this afternoon to get my instructions on which plants in the
library garden I’ll be in charge of this summer. It’s not a tough job – just swing
by now and then with some clippers and deadhead a few things.
We did get back in time for the annual April “snow” –
The flowering tree at the end of the driveway.
Although it’s not shorts weather yet, as you can see from my car the other morning.
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