April 1: The past few mornings, I've gone out fairly early and sat on the back porch with my coffee. It's so calm and quiet, so tender green and fresh, a little chilly so I wear a jacket. This morning, I marveled how the droplets of dew had fallen into the serrated edge of the leaves of the rosebush.
Amie and Ben, Lily, Ross, Rose were packing up this morning. Amie was up early, earlier than any of the rest, anxious to get the journey homeward underway. The rest of the family slept in a little. It's been a busy week. They never had a chance to catch up on themselves after that long journey. They had a long journey ahead of them to face again. I didn't blame them for lingering in bed and resting. But I understood Amie's desire to get going and start the journey homeward.
Bess came over to have coffee with me before she left for work. She's been doing that most weekday mornings. This morning, Amie, Bess and I sat on the porch with our coffee and chatted until Bess had to leave for work.