Well, that was a tough week. My poor Ollie needed to have surgery on Tuesday
I wait all year to see it: the bright translucent green of new maple leaves.
Spring changes the light, the first flowers and leaves greet it. Even buildings come alive.
A week of slow, quiet walks; Ollie and I both needed to adjust to to
Winter doesn’t last forever. Spring, though, comes in fits and starts in New England. Jokes
Ollie snuck a snack of something or other, and spent much of this past week