So, yes I got sick. Stayed sick for quite awhile. The tulip in my vase was fully open, suspended in the moment before it’s petals dropped, but still and all outside spring was coming. I could go outside, sit on my front steps, my trusty binoculars by my side. I could breathe in the cool fresh air, smell the crocuses, the snowdrops, and watch the woolly bear advance ever so slowly across the stone paver on my front path….And like the woolly bear little did I know what was in store for us all during the next two years.

Stay tuned for Day Four!