Back in Whitewater, where we missed the tulips, but arrived in time to see the redbud, the columbines, and the bleeding hearts. The grass is thick and lush, with no dandelions. What's up with that? Could our new mower be doing something of which we are unaware? And, Sue has a nest full of baby robins on her bedroom windowsill, so now, is it window open or window closed?

The fresh air here is different from what we have been breathing recently, thicker and greener.

With two drivers, the long drive, chopped up with naps and reading periods, was not so bad.