Gloomy clouds over the grandparents' place. The small pine tree at right is almost as old as I am.
Aimless lawn chairs.
The hotbed, filled in.
The sheds, with ever fewer tools hanging from them.
My mother's sick sense of humor comes out in the birthday cake design.
A sheep of cupcake and marshmallows. The woman is a bit warped.
Because it was my birthday yesterday and Easter today, I went home to visit the family and have a nice ham dinner. Things were like as they've always been.
I drove over to pick up Pap and Gma to bring them to Aunt Pat's, where we'd have dinner. I ran around back to take a few photos while they packed into the car before chauffering them.
It doesn't look like a promising growing season ahead. Pap's tired, old and tired of being old. The strength of his legs and his will to plant seem to be wilting. I wish I could in some way help here, or contribute, or act like I'm not off in NYC on a completely different path.