My Poor Car was one-month into a two-month accident repair; the rental needed air in the tires over and over. Dusk on Saturday, Jan. 29th: heading home from a B&N trip, DH filled them again. We were both whining about the unfairness of it all. In ten days, I will break my knee at BWI Airport. A life-changing experience. The “dead” of winter? “Old Days?” Nope. Each day is a page-sometimes a whole chapter-in the Now. We stand in the scraps of 2011 but they make possible…
...Delmar Wa-Wa...
…the March winds that give way to April breezes…a particular delight on the shore…
...driving Ms. Daisey in late March...thanks, son...
…and before you know it, May arrives and Fifer’s Farm & Orchard is calling once more…really, it’s all ever-new.
...late May strawberry pickin'...
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