It's very April-ly today, chill and sprinkly right now, with more intense rain on the way. I've done my 15 minutes of raking the black walnuts out of the side yard for the day. It is quite apparent that I've been working over there now. I saved a small bucketful of husks for dyeing at a future time to be determined by the weather. I wish I knew someone close who wanted these. Stan said he'd take them back to the woods, maybe some would grow in spite of our heavy clay ground.
I have lost a bunch of crocus this year. I didn't think that was possible, but the yellow snow crocus that lined the middle path are down to only two or three clumps. We had days of sub-zero weather with open ground, so I guess I should consider myself lucky to have any come back. There is also a large clump of Dutch iris gone missing.
Stan was out yesterday in the fair weather rolling some barbed wire up at Melissa's. I remember the last day we saw Adam, he and Stan were talking about that, and Adam said he planned to get it done when he felt better. He died the next day, almost a year now. The human spirit is a remarkably resilient thing. When I look at Melissa and the kids and see how far they have come and how much a part of their everyday lives they have made Adam's memory, I thank God.
