|Bed for deer|
Many little plants were pushing up through the thick layer of leaves, but most of the trees were just budding. These mystery trees at the top were an exception.
|Skunk cabbage coming up|
Maggie and I embroidered together, and Philosopher read to me many stories of Warrior Cats. Most school days I was able to rouse myself in time to walk them up the hill to the bus stop. The older boys have to get on the bus an hour earlier.
|Rolling out gnocchi|
When Kate came over, we cooked up a storm, including sweet potato gnocchi.
|Me draining gnocchi|
|Maggie spying on whatever was in the oven.|
None of us had remembered to bring an umbrella, so while we were waiting around for the game, which was canceled in the end, Maggie used the tablecloth for a hood.
I was surprised to see a bear wearing the coat I sewed about 30 years ago for My Friend Mandy. He was hanging out with Lucy who was wearing her new togs.
The biggest surprise of my trip was on the way home, when I opened my wallet at the Baltimore airport and found that my I.D. and almost all my important cards were not there. I had left them back at Pearl's in a purse I'd borrowed from her earlier in the week, as I realized eventually. I did get through airport security without them. First, though, I had the dreaded experience of rummaging through my giant suitcase on the sidewalk in plain view of a hundred people because I was sure the missing items were in there. I'm so glad I had packed most everything in one- and two-gallon ziplock bags.
It was a learning experience. Switching from one purse to another will demand a thorough double-checking from now on.
Two whole days of the trip were given to traveling. I got on the bus to the airport at 5:15 a.m. at the beginning of my trip, and it took me a couple of hours before I could get over being homesick that morning. I finally arrived at Pearl's house about 8:15 at night, on the other side of the continent. It's always a surprise, if I think about it very much, that I could cover so much territory so....quickly?
I actually enjoyed my time in the air. I was able to really get into the book I am going to start blogging about. On two of the four flights I had a one-seat row to myself, and could look out the window and not need to even say hello to anyone. But the long hours take their toll.
It's only to be expected, that I am t-i-r-e-d. I know I sound tired. It's odd that I am already home again, and not surprising that I am feeling the weight of all the work I have to do, in contrast with the easy life of helping with someone else's housework, walking in the woods, and hugging people I now miss.
Lewis Carroll said, "Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop." I have come to the end of my Maryland trip, and am at the beginning of a three-week period that includes Pascha -- the feast of feasts! In three weeks B. and I are going together, Lord willing, on another trip, to see other family and grandchildren.
I should be revived by then.