Ah, nothing like arriving home at three o'clock in the morning.
I flew out from Southern California Friday evening, had one layover, and arrived at a regional airport at midnight. Older Daughter had some errands in the city, so she timed them for Friday, hung with some friends, went to a movie, then just waited at the airport until I arrived. We embarked on the long drive home in the wee hours and arrived at 3 am. None of us got much sleep (Don dozed in a chair but otherwise waited up for us), so yesterday (Saturday) was a zombie day.
But I came home to a landscape transfixed and firmly in early spring. Things are green green green! All the wild plum trees are in full bloom, looking like fluffy balls of cotton on distant hillsides. Sometimes I call this cotton-candy season.
Last year, I noted the complete – and I mean complete – absence of wild plums for whatever reason. If these blossoms are anything to go by, that won't be the case this year.
It's good to be home.
We didn't have much in the way of beach plums here, either. (Prunus maritimus).
ReplyDeleteSo glad you had a good visit and a safe trip home! God Bless!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back, and in time for Easter next week!
ReplyDeletePatrice, I more and more find I enjoy returning to home rather than leaving it.
ReplyDeleteLate night/early morning arrivals are no fun at all.
Welcome home Patrice. KinCa
ReplyDeleteAs one that traveled a lot, and I do mean a LOT, in the earlier years, The late wife and I would return home, unlock and open the door than before entering the Home, we always stopped for a bit and mentioned "The best part of a trip anywhere, is getting home safely" and of course the memories.
ReplyDeletePS: yes for some odd reason around here (and it does not happen often, (1 in 5) all the early fruit trees are in FULL bloom and look to be setting fruit... YEAHHHHHHH!!!!