It was, at first, a gentle homecoming. The weather was mild, the birds were singing, I could even sit on the porch listening to the trills and chirps and the shrieks of the bluejays, watching a couple of hardy chipmunks, Chippy Mark lV and Chipolata perhaps, foraging busily around. There was a red streak as a cardinal (of the feathered kind) landed on the crabapple tree. and little green shoots were already shoving upwards in the flowerbed.
But then things went rapidly downhill....
So as I sit huddled in a blanket, watch this space for some more flashbacks to Florida.....
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