Forgot my phone
From inside the Conservatory at Longwood Gardens. Where does the time go? On holiday, it seems to slip away as no more than drifting into another galaxy, which is kind of what it’s like going from the West Coast to the East Coast. We’re staying with friends in Delaware, also popping into New Jersey to visit my husband’s college buddy and his family. Today will be full of hanging out, with my phone not far away. Yesterday we went to Longwood Gardens , and it wasn’t until we were almost there that I realized my phone had not made the voyage. Of all the days to forget one’s phone, or rather my camera, this wasn’t one I would have chosen. When we arrived, my husband ascertained that yes, my device was back at the house, which was a comfort, yet how many pictures awaited on Pierre and Alice du Ponts' marvelous acreage? A lot, I knew, and my hubby happily acquiesced when I requested his mobile. I snapped a heap of flowers in the conservatory, but gave the phone back to him after we e