Yesterday, I received this message on Facebook from one of my former students, I girl I had in 8th grade English probably 15 years ago. It made me feel, once again, so fortunate that I somehow was led into the teaching profession back in 1965, and was able to enjoy the company of so many kind, gifted, and spirited young people like Francesca. (By the way, Delycia INSISTED that I post this. It was not my idea.)

Here I am working on my mom's memorial garden, a small plot of annuals like the ones she loved to plant. It was a pleasure (though a strenuous one!) to spend a few hours preparing the garden for another season of blossoming colors. Before long, we'll have purple alyssum and pink and white petunias pouring out their colors for us to enjoy all summer long.  

Cia and I took a brisk walk yesterday in Wilcox Park in Westerly, one of the loveliest parts I've ever seen. It was a pleasure, as always, to walk beside my best friend, enjoying the blue-sky, breezy spring day.