Spring Idyll

We sat outside yesterday for most of the afternoon, soaking up the sunlight as it beat against the front steps. I left the front door open wide enough to let the warm air creep into a cottage that is still shivering now and then with the built-up cold from the winter we've been through.

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

—Lou Reed

It won't be long now...