The world comes back to life. More specifically, my backyard comes back to life with its dizzying array of blossoms and buds. I added pawpaw trees to a blankish space along Ned’s side of the yard. I’d never had a pawpaw and knew it would be a few years before they produced fruit, but I was willing to wait. I loved the sense of new beginnings that permeated everything in the spring. I also loved that some of the year’s anticipated blockbusters came out. This year, the newest installation of the Star Trek reboot was hitting the theaters. I couldn’t wait. My inner geek flag was flying as I tried to contain my excitement. If Anthony was not a fan of Broadway shows or opera, he was even less excited by science fiction. As someone who grew up reading Heinlein’s young adult fiction, the genre was my particular delight. And a few months after Ned moved in, I learned it was his, too.
