Not Olives

Oh, how lovely it was to fly into Logan Airport last night, and only have a 10 minute cab ride to get home! We spent the night at our apartment in Boston, slept in until late this morning, and ate a delicious brunch in the restaurant across the street before driving back to Connecticut this afternoon. A gentle way to re-enter the real world.

A positive typhoon of unadulterated joy when we showed up to retrieve the dogs from the kennel made us truly happy to be home!

Sadly, these, Gentle Reader, are not Italian olives. They are just the little ornamental crab apples on the trees lining our driveway. But if you squint just right, you can almost convince yourself ...