Today, I drove across southern New Hampshire to Vermont. It is sometimes a tearful drive being just to the north of my old stomping grounds. Every sign to a point south is a memory and some of those memories have gone to heaven. Black Eyed Susans were everywhere. The route is lined with plant stands. I didn't stop. Maybe on the way home. We can tell what month it is by what is blooming. July is a beautiful time in New England. I brought some iris rhizomes to be planted in Vermont.
Dad is sleeping in his chair.
