4:33 p.m. I Am Home

When I opened the door to the motel this morning I was astounded to find it raining. For five weeks I had escaped wet weather almost entirely and had had a tailwind from St. Louis to Columbus, Ohio. I saddled my pony anyway and off we went. Within minutes the rain became snow that lasted for the next five hours; Eastern Ohio, West Virginia and Western Pennsylvania.

In some areas it was dense enough to slow traffic.

How good to pull into the drive again. This time with no snow or ice to negotiate. What a treat to have Keoni arrive home and schlepp the bags upstairs for me, soon followed by Wendy and Aidan. So good to see them all and, this evening, John.

My buddy was all happy and shining my ankles.

Aidan and I got in a few hands of Texas Hold 'em before he walloped some soccer balls.

And, of course, the little goats were adorable.

Their sweet mama let me hold one.

I'm going to have another spring here. The trees are barely leafed out, but forsythia are in full bloom everywhere in our area.

We have one in our front yard.

It's good to be home again.