Well, I survived my latest “procedure”, although the preps for it practically killed me! But it’s over, and my prognosis looks pretty good. Now I get to enjoy what appears to be actual spring, and witness all the surprises coming up in the garden, after all the rain and wind. The porch nursery is also thriving in the warming sun. The Misu Majesty is especially in her element of lazy languor, as if she’s in sympathy recovery. Best of all, my son and grandson are passing through here on their way to PA. Happy almost erev Pesach, for those who celebrate. My charoset is still the best and so on. Better get on with drinking up the chametz!