he usually knows

The Gardener usually knows what's good for me better than I do. I balked a bit about going to the mountains for 2 1/2 days (he can do his writing and thinking much better in a place like that) ... for I say, "Whether you go for 2 days or 10 days, it's the same amount of work getting ready" (especially when you have to plan for meals.) I was tired, but he helped a lot as we made a simple and quick pack up.

My computer had crashed so we started the two-hour drive by a quick visit to drop off my laptop at the bustling Apple store. We knew the weather was not going to be good, but we like it any way it comes, so the fact that we had no mountain views didn't bother us too much.  Good friends from up north were down for a graduation so they stopped by the cabin we were using for five hours of non-stop talk and a frozen lasagna supper.

Then absolute quiet. No TV, radio, computer. While the Gardener worked, I read and napped and read and napped. It just doesn't happen this way at home.

We did go out exploring a little mountain town and stopped in a beautiful library (yes, we love to visit libraries.)

The view cleared up just in time for us to leave, naturally. And a beautiful drive home, refreshed, thanks to the Gardener.