It’s so appropriate that we should come here first after leaving Chicago. When we first arrived in the US, in 2007, we spent a blissful week here (the first of many visits).
What a welcome to the Midwest. And now: what a farewell. Total relaxation. Good company. Good food. Nothing particular to do. Nowhere particular to go. And nothing to hear but the birds and the wind-chimes, and (in the evening) the occasional coyote and the trains woo-woo-ing in the distance. All helped, of course, by a freakishly warm and early Spring … it’s still March (OK: only just …) and we’ve already had lots of ’70-plus’ days, including this one and (apparently) the next several.
Below: the freakishly early bluebells; and a relaxing natter in the screen porch.