||[Mar. 26th, 2015|06:54 am]
The tress have burst into a green radiance here, spring rains alternating with unseasonable sun bring out the flowers and leaflets.|
We feel satisfied, nay, happy, but lack the impulse to share, or (generally) the folk to share it with.
Just putting this here for ourselves in the future, and for our friends who might wonder...
We live, and prosper. Growing slowly, but growing nonetheless.