morning dawned... rain and sunshine - wind and hail... my computer is on an old 1930's woodend table..sitting looking out my window I feel like a writer. the mist rolled in over the apple tree blossom. what more could i want.
I do not know how many times I am going to say that I have come home
the lilac is blooming - an exquisite perfume. the iris are in bud, a tree of unknown name, is budding.. cannot wait to find out what it is. i found out that one of my apple trees is actually a plum.... the beginnings of my life at Avalon