I saw buds emerging in Spring Grove on the way to the studio and couldn’t not make a detour.
(Prepare for a transgression with even more snapshots of the plants waking up.)
This particular morning had been quite foggy — and though most of it had burned off, lovely, quiet remnants remained.
I tapped a few things on my phone to push meetings and wandered the cemetery / arboretum at leisure, though could’ve spent a few more hours there easily.
As I was leaving there was a hearse minivan. It was odd to see a family hauler used in this manner. I suppose future iterations will be based on SUVs if minivans fall out of favor.
This is all a bit Harold and Maudlin.
