home again

Yesterday morning, I sat briefly in a rocking chair on a porch at Kanuga in North Carolina, overlooking the small lake. And then it was time to leave.

We drove back through the mountains and hills of Tennessee, Kentucky, and a small corner of Ohio, and then through the rural fields of southeastern Indiana. In Ohio, we heard the cicadas singing their full throated mating songs. The noise was loud enough to be heard in the car as we drove down the interstate.

A neighbor in the townlet had brought Franklin home from the vet/kennel earlier in the day. A couple of hours later, I took Partner to the airport and came back home.

Now the house is quiet and I start to list things I would like to do. In four days a garden can change, but not too quickly. I now have three bluebonnets that are blooming, and the lavendar has finally opened its blooms after a long teasing. The white hydrangea are opening, as are the yellow or zagreb coreopsis. Even the "Becky" cultivars of daisies are starting to put on flower heads as are the bee balm or monardia.