This was the weekend when all the trees went green. Friday I remember the hills being covered in grey twiggery, and today, it's like a green mist has settled over everything. We have a weeping birch. Saturday morning, it had were tiny wee leaves the size of a mouse's ear. Today, they're an inch long. The apple blossoms are being covered over with leaves. The willows are drizzling emerald the length of their branches. Hawthornes? Spang! Full cover overnight. And our unpruned roses are rioting in new foliage. And I slept through it. I took Nyquill every four hours for 24 hours and I feel much better now. I can breathe through my nose, I can walk through the house without needing to stop and catch my breath, I can sleep through the night without being shaken awake with racking coughing spasms. Sleep is SOOOO goood! But I came to consciousness this morning and it was to a whole new world. It's raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, but that's the valley for you, and the trees love it!
Bucky did a fine job on the reporting. And I am so grateful for the offers to show Lulu around. Let me get to work on a schedule. When would it be good for her to come and visit you? Heide, I know she'd love to see Mt. St. Helens, and Linda, I'm sure you could show her a good time. Donna, she will of course come to visit you on the east coast. she's a travelin' lamb!