At last. Thank God, it's spring at last. What an eternal winter, confounded at the end of March by a couple of massive storms that set everything back a few weeks. In the last two or three days I have been shoveling off mountains of snow from the places in the garden where I know there to be spring flowers. And this morning when I went out to check on the progress of melt, I spotted these dear little crocuses poking their way out of the snow. Clearly, it is more the light coming through the snow that signals their growth than warmth, because these were still under a foot of compacted snow when I uncovered them today.
Anyway, what news of family research you wonder? Not a lot yet, but hopefully very soon, I will have lots more to add to the Meadows and Waller stories. My maternal grandfather's last living sibling has got copies of the Lily/Lionel wedding pictures safely in her hands back in England now and will be helping us out with whatever pertinent family information she can remember. Little could Lily and Lionel have imagined on their wedding day in 1904 that their wedding photograph would be going back and forth across the Atlantic Ocean 110 years later with people trying to figure out who everyone in it is, and very interested in their lives.
[Later.]
And this is the same view of the crocuses at 4:30 this afternoon. I have spent the afternoon digging drainage canals and sitting in the sun reading P.D. James. Ahhh... not a bad day off. There has been about a liter of water per minute going out under the gate and down the driveway. So long, farewell, auf Weidersein, adieu!
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