The forsythia is in full bloom – inside and outside. I think spring has finally arrived. It was a long, long time coming.
I don’t like leaving my family to go away and work for 5 weeks. But today is the day – this morning, in fact – that Don drives me to Hartford, drops me off (after unloading a boatload of stuff) and goes back home to Scout and our little cottage and our garden.
I love my garden. Leaving it at this time of year is especially hard. Thank goodness I can visit my home in a couple of weeks and take some time to marvel at all the growth that has happened in the time I’ve been away. Thank goodness I can take a couple of days to mulch and plant flowers and seeds. There have been other years where I have been away from the garden the entire spring, with no chance to snatch a short visit home.
Yesterday I was outside prowling around with my camera. This evidence of new growth on a hydrangea that I planted just last year was a welcome sight. I tried to capture the tiny little bud and ended up getting this rather amazing shot with lots of bokeh. I’m sort of in love with it.
Most everything is packed. You’d think I was going away for a year. With the addition of two boxes of fabric and tools and an Ott Light and my iron, plus the sewing machine, along with the usual bags of books and research materials, a suitcase, and bags of groceries….my goodness, there’s a lot of stuff. Even Don, ever patient, will nonetheless be amazed at all the crap he has to load into the car.
How am I going to leave this girl, caught by the camera in the middle of one of her joyful pounces? Gosh, I love her.
This job marks the beginning of a six month cycle where, except for a few weeks here and there, one or the other of us will be working away from home. Happy for the work. Not so happy to be separated for long chunks of time.
Feeling ruthless, I had about 4 inches chopped off my hair yesterday. It just touches my shoulders. I like it.
Okay. It’s time to get going, to eat some breakfast, take a shower, finish up the last minute bits of packing. See you in Hartford.