So the snow has been melted for a few weeks now. Friday was warm to the point where I worked up a sweat in a very short time. Part of the day was a gift from a cursed source; my Waltham office was closed because of the hunt for the Boston Marathon bombing fugitive and I got commute time and a little more to work in the garden. Hands in the dirt; my way of dealing with many of life’s dark places. Renewal is the blessed work of the gardener.
Windows open! Which gave sick kitty Cay Cay Canolli a new interest in life, which made us all happy. Then rain and a cold front and today I cleaned and burned in bright, cold sunshine.