Wampum

In the two day's of 80 degree weather that we've been gone -- off to St. Albans in northern Vermont, to buy a travel trailer from an Abenaki dealer (yea!) and return -- the enormous American Basswood in our backyard has shot out a canopy of leaves, and this morning some great sub-tropical bird came and invisibly gave voice to the world.

Three more days until we set out, filled with toy pick-up, box parsing and packing, movement of necessities from house to trailor, and trips to the dump.

I'll post on Vermont Yankee and the dry cask issue eventually.