This morning, since rain was forecast for the afternoon, I got in a walk while the going was good. The boots are coming through fine, perfectly dry feet after sloshing through melting snow on cold ground to see what's up with the downed tree.
Nothing much changed. Maybe the landscapers had to make a plan of action, there not being much elbow room around the tree.
I saw that it had taken down a couple of wild cherries on its way down, so I proceeded with caution under another one which was leaning over perilously.
There was a great display of lichen which had been about 25 feet up, out of sight. And daffodils don't care -- completely unworried about being crashed on they're getting ready to bloom as planned.
And I found someone's front door, hidden by the undergrowth before. I'm guessing, from its size and the location, it's a groundhog home.
On the way home there were great pale gold beech leaves, not affected by the snow and wind lately. They look delicate and are as tough as old boots.
Home to wonder what to have for lunch, ending in cavatappi with a tomato basil sauce with cheddar cheese, then fresh grated Parmesan on top. Enough left for lunch tomorrow, too.
Handsome Son may get here late, because amazingly his car is ready a week and a half before schedule. So that's his first errand.
Then there will be tea and two kinds of cake. I'd forgotten about the banana bread in the freezer, when I baked chocolate cake. So he gets the benefit.
Happy day everyone, everyone's on edge here right now, particularly since the Texas Democratic primary result, so please consider your words when you comment. Sometimes a passing observation can come out more upsetting than the writer intended. Just a word to the wise.
