. . . . . . . . . .so when I got home Wednesday evening I did two things important to me.
I cut a small bunch of the now blooming hydrangeas for the kitchen window sill,
then headed to the potting shed to refill the empty bird feeders.
Blues and greens of every hue from the same bush - they are such amazing
flowers - and this year there are hundreds of blooms now opening on my
Ms. Woodpecker, the first arrival, came almost immediately after I hung
the feeder in the late day sunshine.
These two small beautiful things outside in the garden took my mind
off my delayed bag. I worried all day yesterday that I would never see
it again, then at 10:00PM last night a text message, a phone call, and
a nice young man delivered it to my door. Needless to say, I breathed
a sigh of relief and thanks.