Lighted Lilac

When I open our (new) bedroom window, can smell the lilac... one thing that is still in the garden from when we bought the house 29 years ago. At first I was disappointed it was white, and not lilac, but now I love its purity.

Bought a rucksack for daughter's trip to Nicaragua.

(Sorry about yesterday - accumulation of too full days and too much emotion, I think. Much better today.)