We moved! With no disasters. The cats were incredibly good.
Overlooking a La Quinta parking lot, I can’t remember which one.
We got here and had three snowstorms in March to welcome me back to true winter.
But eventually things have changed from looking like this:
To looking more like this:
This is what spring looked like when I was growing up. It’s very strange both to remember this landscape, because it was my default for so many years, and to find it completely unfamiliar, because it has been so removed from my reality for so many years.
In any case, we made it. And I have been knitting – as soon as we got here, I had to start making a hat, because it was really REALLY cold, and I had foolishly packed all my handknits to go on the moving truck, which took about a week to reach us. So I’ll show you those soon. Until then, have a birch tree.