You would never know it from reading the blog, but we've had flurry of visitors. Robb's parents were out from New York, and my former assistant Sheri came down from Oregon on her spring break to work with me. This work-year has been a particularly hectic one, so I wasn't able to spend the kind of time I would have liked with Robb's folks.
Of course, I totally failed to take any photos during the visits. I'm really bad at photographing people.
This was the first time that any of Robb's relatives had seen our little house. I do hope that they approved.
Given the amount of snow that Joan and Bob have had to endure this winter, our rainy weather might not have seemed so bad. Sheri, who is living in Portland, soaked every second of sun. And everyone went home with a bag-full of lemons from our backyard tree.
Somehow, I managed to catch a cold, and was a shambling mess on the last few days of Sheri's visit. This morning, I wandered out to the compost pile, and came back waving a plum branch that had fallen in one of the storms.
This one slim branch had something like two dozen baby plums, growing on it. Even if only a fraction of these plums mature, we're likely to have a beautiful harvest. How very delightful.