Spring break--what Eliot calls a blessing from heaven--is over. The few hours of Sunday night left don't seem to count--my brain is trying (trying. . . trying. . .) to go back to school. I am blessed, beyond all desrving, but sometimes I don't feel that way. This week has been one of those times. It hasn't been a break I'll remember fondly. I planted a Bradford pear tree beside Chester. With each spring's blossoms, I'll remember.

posted by Annie 6:59 PM

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