Spring At Last

I was traveling downstate to go to my mom's 87 birthday, no time to write with classes, meetings, and being on the road, plus picking granddaughter up for weekend visit. Life is meant to be lived even for gardeners, isn't it? Arriving home Lizzy gets out of car and shouts, "Flowers, grandma!" Sure enough spring has finally sprung, perhaps much latter than for many of you, but after a rough winter nothing is more welcome. (Photos of my wild & crazy mom and my sister.)