Everything's funny when it's 60° outside.It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
~Mark Twain
As a child, I couldn't wait for spring to arrive. It meant endless days of playing strikeout against a warehouse wall and cool nights of hide-and-seek up and down Dodson Court.
As a young adult, those first nice spring days ended up being the most memorable of the year -- playing hooky from school or work with some friends and a grill. A dog and a tennis ball. A porch swing and a couple good beers.
Today, I couldn't wait to get home to play with Zoe in the yard. That is my new ache, and I love it.
Rumors were swirling all day at work that the mercury had hit 80° outside. By the time I was able to stick my head out a door, it was down to 70°. By the time I got home, it was probably 60°. Still, there were neighbors out in every yard down our street. Some raking. Some playing with kids. Some just standing there, soaking it in.
It was a good, good day.
Zoe and Aunt Steph (or "Aunt Tephs," as Zoe now says... she's apparently working on her Pig Latin) were already outside when I got there. It was their second trip of the day to the backyard. I busted into the shed and started pulling out toys that haven't seen the light of day in months: a little tricycle-type thing, a Winnie the Pooh train, a tee-ball set, a Dora the Explorer ball. I got on the phone and changed our dinner plans: "Sorry, dear... I won't be cooking tonight. Can you stop and pick something up? We should stay outside as long as possible."
By the time Mom got home, we were both deliriously filthy... but not ready to go inside. We all ate outside and then played some more. At dusk, we had our first mosquito siting... even that was exciting (but not for him, he was splattered on my forearm). The evening ended when Zoe tipped that chair you see her sitting in above and face-planted it into the soggy grass. She barely cried.
Tomorrow: thunderstorms. Early next week: back down to 40°.
Michigan. Phhttt.
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Zoe can balance that plate on her lap quite well. Is she practicing for the U of M tailgates with her dad? And, what is that on her plate? Three kinds of noodles and some corn. Yummy.
Noodles. Chicken. Corn. And one french fry.
How long does it take to make a "face plant" grow?
Cobbler
AH, GOOD TIMES IN AA. OUR WEATHER WAS ALSO ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. ONLY THING MISSING WAS KID D Y N O MITE!! PRICELESS....ZOE ALLOWING HERSELF TO GET DIRTY!!
And I must say, that's a pretty nice green lawn for March! Mine is still patchy brown/green. What's the secret? And...KUDOS to you sir!
Cobbler Ct.
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