I should probably take some pictures of the neighborhood, quick, before Julie gets back, so she can see what spring is like. She's off to SF and its perpetual Sprall, whereas our temperatures have been in the 60s and the barren trees and bushes appear itching to burst. Little pre-buds are forming at the tips of things and, if experience tells me anything, greenness will abound in no time. She might make it back to catch part of the process - or she'll just see a bunch of green and yellow and white and wonder what happened.
Today, I realized, marks an anniversary of sorts. So far, so good.
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