Oh, but winter was so far from my mind, yesterday, as to be a mere memory.
The children played in the garden, digging holes and then filling them again, occasionally coming across a worm ("Good") or a grub ("Bad").
Everyone, children and grownups alike, sat around on mis-matched chairs, or on the steps, or on the ground, eating pizza, sugar cookies, chocolate milk and watermelon, in no particular order.
The sidewalk chalk was brought out, along with toy car and story books. There were trips into the cottage now and then, to gather maracas and old walking sticks and some of my hats. Another trip to the shed to get a trowel. And then a request for seeds.
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
|It won't be long now...|