{Home At Last}

We've been home almost two weeks, but I'm still digging my way out of all the dirty laundry. If only I could find a tulip big enough, I'd bury myself inside. As it is, we've plenty of sand and that is good enough for me.

Enduring with Joy

Life has been a bit of a whirl lately. I am spending most of April in Oregon while Dutch is in India. We girls have temporarily exchanged our bathing suits for galoshes and winter coats. The morning we arrived was gray and cold; as we turned onto our street, gray clouds clustered above the triangular tips of all the houses; gray drops dripped from the tips of all the leaves of the trees; gray sidewalks shivered with rain; later, as we crept outdoors, the puddles trembled hello. When we reached the park Audrey gasped. "Follow the moss path!" she said to Evie, and they jogged ahead of me. I haven't been able to catch up with them since.

Coming Home

Aud took this picture with my phone from her window seat. I think she is about to surpass me in terms of technological expertise, which is not saying much, but it does cause me to wonder whether, as an old woman, I'll be able to function in the world at all. Sigh. If only Aldous Huxley could see us now.