Instead of Baby, New Trees Arrive

Here's a little glimpse of Easter morning. Please note that nobody is brushed or bathed, but we managed a jolly, early Easter egg hunt in the lovely shafts of morning sunlight.

Martin just came in from the dark, where he was digging up sod and replanting the last of the tea roses. We also now delight in a very promising row of Eastern redbuds and crabapples in our front yard. And I, who decided an unborn baby who gives indication of someday appearing but then decides she's more comfortable where she is would no longer stop me from getting on, finally began my big spring pruning exercises. I think perhaps, due to my laziness last fall, I may have lost a few roses--but only time will tell.

And my mother cooked us the best turkey dinner I think I have ever tasted. And that, folks, is the news from Wazoo.