Our flight is delayed, and here we sit. There's a pub in the international terminal, with a ghastly hostess (worst. Hostess. Ever.) and slooooow service. But we're almost ready to go!
I phoned my dad as we were driving down Route 1 to ask him to photograph blossoms in the yard. I'll try to post a few above. Bear with me; iPad is not a blogspot-favored medium.
Hmmm. Stay tuned. Have to figure out how to link my iPad image collection to the blogspot site!