I am home, in my lovely old garden. I intend not to leave this treasured place alive. I am refilling the bird feeders and baths, meandering through the pathways, finding surprises at each turn of the course. A patch of red here, a spot of white there. Oh wonder of wonders, it all grows!
Randy, what a glorious trip. While in Thessalonika think of me digging in a Neolithic site looking for artifacts of that ancient era.