More Smells

We got back to Guanajuato and Spring was here. The fruit trees outside our apartment are in bloom, the tree across the canyon is the brightest, leafiest green you can imagine, and the mercado is full of mangos, with the first ears of corn and guanabanas beginning to appear. These days, as I climb the arduous hill+steps to the apartment, I get to look forward to the drifting odor of the lemon tree on the property. And I get to check out the new leaves on the tiny fig tree. There is a plan that grows out of the stone walls on the property that has smallish, yellow, tubular flowers. The weather is warming -- days can be downright hottish, and nights are more comfortable. Plus, I get to look forward to a series of culture events: the first day of spring is celebrated here with children's parades, costumed as bees, flowers and other Spring reminders (our landlords' 4-year-old grandson tells me he's going as a rat. I suppose that kind of counts?). A few days after that is Dia de las Flores, which is attached to holy week, and during which young people give each other flowers. Then there is Semana Santa (Holy Week) with religious processions and passion plays. On top of all that, my parents arrive in a week and I can't wait for them to get here.
Peter has arrived in Connecticut just fine, and has already started work. It sounds like he has had a very generous offer of a place to live, and is glad to see David and his family again.