when the red maple in our back yard begins to burst its buds, that means it’s almost the end of tax season. i just warned my husband that, although he may want to retreat for a few days when his busy season is all done, i have been missing the company of my best friend for too long, and he is going to have to submit to some questions, and some conversation, and some strategizing. sorry honey. i need you right here. go coffee up.
red maple blossoms
saint paul, minnesota