Yesterday was a spring day--sunny, warm, slightly breezy, and beautiful. It's funny how the weather makes a person feel different, feel like doing other things, changing. Just like the lilacs bursting their buds, or the rhubarb pushing its way up through the thawing soil, so do we change and begin to grow different ideas and moves. "Something there is that doesn't love a wall," Frost says. "Spring is the mischief in me," he says, and likewise in me. It's time to clean the porch, clear away the leaves, prepare the soil, plan the garden.
Yesterday we took a drive out to the park, ran and walked a few miles, and enjoyed the sunlight. I think I sunburned my poor unprotected scalp! We cleared the porch out, getting it ready for company, thinking what a great day it would have been to have people there. Instead, we fired up the grill and enjoyed some good burgers.
Then we watched over some friends' baby, just a month old, and, with a little schoolwork in preparation for the week, we called it a good day.
The only thing is, now we're looking at a few more inches of snow tonight. Blah.