Tuesday morning I met two good friends for brunch. We used to teach together at Greenfield School years ago. Although I’d written it on my calendar, I’m so used to not going out much I had to receive a text from Donna asking if I was on my way. Oooops!
After we ate, Sue and I walked along the River Trail. We had a couple of years to catch up with one another.
Donna, we are so sorry you missed the goats!
We saw this sign first, as Sue had told me it was one of the nations busiest rivers for barge traffic.
As we walked along the trail, (which goes all the way to Washington DC and Sue’s sons have biked it) we saw an electric fence and this sign
I love the old fashioned look of lilacs in the white ironstone pitcher.
But do I like the scent of the bouquet in my house?
I like the scent of lilacs when they are outdoors on the bush, not in the confines of the house. Reminded me of scent of Hyacinths at Easter. Pretty intense. Purple lilacs on the north side of my house White Lilacs
