We’re leaving for West Virginia tomorrow, to visit our son in the monastery. I can’t wait to see him. The day’s been full of packing for the trip as well as helping our daughter, who came home from college, do laundry and unpack.
The day had no spare moments, but I can’t leave without sharing another taste of spring – the red bud trees in our neighbors’ ravine. The picture doesn’t do them justice because you can’t see how far back the reddish purple haze extends. You can’t see the depth.
So if you leave nearby, drive down our little gravel road and take a peek in the next few days. Even with gas at $3.57 a gallon, it’s worth the trip. But don’t stop by our house for a visit. Nobody’s home.
