D. and her trek partners made it back from Spain safely, but exhausted last Saturday at midnight. It's taken D. all week to overcome jet lag and the after affects of their 75 mile trek through the Pyrenees.

She took scads of photos and brought back many souvenirs, as well as some funny tales. It's her story to tell however so I'll leave it at that.

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Spring made a return visit this week, after ridding her self of the late blanket of heavy wet snow that interrupted her earlier emergence. The flowers just seemed to put themselves on hold 'til the snow disappeared.

Unfortunately the snow did more than make pretty pictures. Today (this morning) I spent cleaning up the debris from downed lilac trees and half a honeysuckle bush that bit the" dust", or damp loam if you prefer. Lots of kindling and sweet smelling fire wood for camp fires this summer at the cottage on the river. I used a hand saw since I figured that mixing gas and getting the chainsaw in working order would take considerably longer. In the process of cutting up the felled lilac I knelt down and, of course, reinjured my right knee that was just starting to feel normal after the injury a couple months ago. That cinches it...I won't be running in the Ottawa marathon this year.




















Now I'm off to write a Sunday scribbling about "wings"

P.S.
to #23;
I was climbing a ladder into the tree in the backyard today to cut out some dead wood. This was of course after I'd reinjured the knee. My neighbor Bill was out in his adjoining yard and he said, "aren't you a little old for that tree climbing bit?"
I answered,"Nope, I'm only 29 you know!"
He shook his head and smiled. ;-)