This sunny, warm weather is something to celebrate. Absolutely gorgeous. I can practically feel my winter-logged brain cells lighting up for action, hear them shouting, “Yeehaw!”
When will the peonies pop? That’s the big question around the Triple L these days. It usually happens while I’m off in New York, attending BEA, but I don’t mind coming home to all that color and fragrance and swift-passing beauty. The roses will be lovely, too–especially the Veteran’s Honor ones planted in honor of my dad–and of course they’ll last the whole summer.
I love these trips to New York. I won’t be there long, but I’ll get to see dear friends and sign books and cruise the aisles looking for famous people. (A couple of years ago, I saw Dog and Beth, the bounty hunters.)
There is so much to be glad about, and to be grateful for, but I can’t close this entry without mentioning the passing of my friend, Darlene Layman. Darlene was a long-time member of Romance Writers of America, serving on the national board and at the chapter level, too. She was generous and supportive and funny, and she will be sorely missed. She was very dear to a great many people, including me.