April 4, 2011
Last week I went back to Chestertown. I often dream of Chestertown and Washington College. Mostly they are anxiety dreams – that someone in the administration has gone over my transcripts and discovered that I was graduated without having taken a crucial math class, and I must return to the College to complete it, or my degree is worthless. I will have to live in the dorms (with the Pouting Princess and the Tall One in tow) and I will have to get a part-time job waitressing. Yikes!

Luckily I slid into town under the College’s radar, and was able to walk around with impunity. I needed to do some research for our new publication, The Talbot Spy, and to meet some of the good folks who will be writing about the comings and goings and the news and the gossip around Easton, St. Michaels and Oxford: such lovely towns, with interesting stories and much history.

I wandered out one afternoon to commune with the daffodils, the flowers I miss the most whenever Spring rolls around on the calendar here in Florida. The cherry trees were just waiting for one more warm afternoon before exploding into full bloom, and there were lots of forsythia – acres of forsythia seemed to be sunnily shining.

This is what I have really missed: just around the corner from Calvert Street I found a glimmering cache of jonquils, daffodils, hyacinths, periwinkles and tulips. Spring!