Billie's Folly

THE PINKS HAVE ARRIVED

It was a beautiful day as I drove across the bridge to Mercer Island.  I realized this would be my last night sleeping  in my parents' home.  And the loss of my connection to the Island really hit me.  It's no longer where a part of me lives.  Yes, it will always be where I grew up, but I would probably say I grew up in Seattle--a very different culture from Mercer Island, set apart in the middle of Lake Washington.

As spring progresses, the perennials loyally reappear.   These make up the bulk of my garden, so the whole landscape comes to life.