...the grass has riz; I wonder where the flowers is?
As the old saying goes. Well, actually the flowers are out, albeit probably a bit confused at times with the wild weather swings!
Due to FCPS eligibility rules, Katie was one of the oldest members of her cohort (cutoff was 9/30 and her birthday was 12/7, so there were a few kids with birthdays in October and November 1991, but mostly her group were a bit younger; being in GT probably exacerbated that, since some kids came from other school systems and had been accelerated there, making them even younger).
The upshot is that we've been watching her friends turn 21 one by one, with a flurry the last couple of months. Good to see, of course, but it also reminds us that there's one fewer celebrant than there should be.
I've been walking the paths in Franklin Farm the last few weeks, which I haven't done in years. Katie used to go walking with us, and so there are lots of memories attached to some of the routes: the time she fell off her bike by the big duck pond and it slid down the embankment into the water; Poohsticks Bridge; and of course the place in the woods where some homeowner planted hundreds of daffodils and crocuses at random amongst the trees. They come up every year, have spread, and it's a magical little glade. One of her favorites! This isn't a particularly wonderful picture—it's one of those things that's really hard to get a good view of without a wide-angle lens—but it gives a bit of an idea of how many plants there are.