Just when you begin to despair and think that nothing will ever change, the spring comes. This year it happened from one day to the next. We still have about 6′ of snow around the driveway and you practically need a canoe to get around the block but I waded through the mud with the utter sense of freedom that not wearing a hat or mitts brings.
When Anna was little she loved paintings by Thomas Kinkaid. I was horrified that an artist’s daughter would love pure kitsch but held my tongue and bought a Kinkaid calendar for her birthday. It was only today that I realized how much our house and garden resemble something this artist would have painted. Like mother like daughter… I guess.