One More Day

What a difference a day makes. Especially when youthful energetic muscular bodies appear to finish hard chores. Nancy brought her water pressure gun and literally wiped the graffiti off the south side of my six foot cedar fence in an hour, almost less time than it took to purge the pump and lines of air. While doing that I decided to have plants dug out of my back yard and put behind the fence to prevent further encroachment by the aerosol squirters. The soil was just right for transplanting Oregon grape, lilac, forsythia, choke cherries, and other stuff on the south side of the fence. Great to have a digger and planter handy. All I did was direct and point.
Tim came later to help Nancy dig out a dead arborvitae and get it into the garbage can. Filled the can for Wednesday's pickup. Lots of suggestions flew around the dinner table about the expectations of the administration in Washington DC while we devoured pork chops, sauer kraut and baked potatoes. Tim, corrected and hooked up my printer that has been idle and unused for the past month. Time for more color cartridges. He cleaned up an odd clean-disk command that popped up on my Toshiba after I last had it off for a couple of days. He has a cute little laptop on which he worried over Snoqualmie pass conditions because he had to get back to Seattle and work. He overnighted on the computer room floor while Nancy pumped up her air mattress in the living room.
Oddly Bellingham weather followed Nancy to Richland because it rained all day Saturday. Not at all normal for this desert. Nevertheless welcome here. But you know the time proven tale of April showers. New shoots – all shades of spring green – are coming up all over the place. Hyacinths, violets and daffodils are out. Forsythia is in full color and many tulips will be budding out soon. A day of sunshine after a day of rain surely does make a difference.
Naomi Sherer