I seem to be too tired at the end of each evening to even sit down and commit to putting a few words or pictures online. I am still doing Morning Rounds, every now and then, noticing that the Nanking cherry burst into full bloom two days after my return from three and a half months traveling in the east; noticing that the hummingbirds also returned two days after I did; keeping track of the magpie nest as its birds build it twig by twig in the juniper outside the kitchen window. Noticing each time the northern leopard frog plops into the small pond when I spook it passing by. And so much more!

“It was such joy to watch spring unfold at your house,” said my plant-watching neighbor once I returned just two weeks ago today. Since then it’s been a whirlwind of social reconnection, garden assessment, weed mitigation, housecleaning, food preparation, and simple relaxation that I can’t begin to think about reaching out through the ethers. I’ve barely had my computer on, much less answered my phone, with all the visitors and obligations that have claimed my time.

Suffice to say, I let the swirl of circumstances sweep me away for the past six weeks; my last few weeks in Virginia flew by with last minute visits and tasks and tendernesses, and then I traveled for a jam-packed week to get home, and now I’ve been undergoing re-entry for two weeks. One of these days real soon I’ll manage to unpack some of the experiences I had in Virginia, on the route home, and since I’ve returned.

The Bee Doctor came three days after my return, a god-dog is visiting for awhile, and tomorrow I fly for the first time in many years. More later!