I wasn’t just getting away.
Our crabapple tree, now well beyond a half century of its planting and those others seen everywhere about have seldom been as flamboyant.
The linden tree gift from son, Andrew, two years back, is springing eager upward.
The perfectly shaped red maple planted by son-in-law Joe has taken root with gusto.
Daughter Suzanne has encouraged flowering and vegetable beds, inside or out, to show their colors, and they have done that with responsive exuberance.
As for that, so are the plantings by the great majority of those living along the byways of my hourly travel foremost and back, and I am certain Bliss Carmen would agree.
What is it with those from that other world so filled with grime and grind, I thought as I finished my journey.
I turned on my television and lo, there it was.
Bill Plante is a Newbury resident and staff columnist. His e-mail address is email@example.com.