Now for today's post (having just finished and put up yesterday's). It's always hard to leave Montana, but last week was unexpectedly beautiful and warm, and it just broke my heart this time. Part of it was time out of life--which I guess I needed worse than I thought--and part of it was the place. Every blade of grass there resonates within me. In Atlanta, it's just grass.
Buck up, put the big girl panties on, and deal with it. But here are some photos I wanted to share. This picture of Flathead Lake and the mountains behind is here to show why I snicker every time someone mentions "going to the mountains" down here in the south. We "went to the mountains" in Kentucky for spring break. They were lovely and most closely resembled the mountains that are the dark band above the lake in this picture. The Mountains are the lighter blue band behind them covered in snow. Hills, meet mountains. The garden shot is a close-up of my mother's tulip and herb garden with the chives blooming amongst the tulips. *sigh* Maybe I would feel better if I had time to get a garden in--and if it wasn't too bloody hot to do so! Now back to glass.