The move has been more exhausting that I’d thought, and frankly the sheer number of boxes is depressing. JT and I made yet another series of runs between Rannoch Road, the dump and 45th Street yesterday and I thought that if I had to load my truck one more time and move one more thing I was just going to scream.
Then, while I was carrying a box full of something or other into the basement these caught my eye. Even in the neglected and now filled-with-construction-junk back yard was this little patch of mood brighteners. I still feel better, even 15 hours later. If these don’t survive the landscaping work we may have to plant some others.
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