It was a joy to have my bro stop by and surprise Mom and Dad, and lift their spirits. It has been the whine valley and the mountaintop at various points in the past days, but as things always do, it passes and moves on to the next phase. Things were fairly stable when I left Thursday afternoon, and we made an overnight stop in Arlington and came the rest of the way Friday. It was a long day of driving at that, and in pouring rain from the Mississippi River to home.
This morning, it is cool and overcast, and I set about refilling all the bird feeders and wondering how long it will take them to figure out Suz is home and the seed bins are full. The magnolia is blooming, the grass is green and wet with the recent rainfall, little drops glistening like rhinestones.
Mississippi. One must love what is hers.