What a joy to the hear the laughter of cousins downstairs playing their endless games of hide-n-seek, ping-pong, and school. Outside, they were just as noisy playing fort, chase, and tickle. We had a fire in the fire-pit, s’mores, a movie, and all three of them camped in the tee-pee for the night (most of the night for the three-year-old). Grandma was tired!
Today the house is quiet, the perfect time, one might think, to get started on the book. Oh hell no. I’ll think of something else. The weather is great, so I can go for a walk or garden. There are dead spots in the lawn that need to be raked and watered, new drip line to be installed for a new rose bush, and enlarging the asparagus bed. There are also a few chores to be done after company leaves, like washing the sheets and towels, and then I suppose, I might eventually get to the book – possibly – after a bit.
Robins are casing the lawn for worms. That is a good sign. The daffodils are fading, which is a bit sad – they have been so joyful – but other flowers are coming. It is green outside once again, except for the crabapple tree which is covered with fragrant white blossoms. I love the renewal of my spirit that comes each spring. I guess I’m not alone in that, that’s how it’s meant to be, because there sure has been a lot of poetry written about spring over the centuries.
I love having windows open and fresh air streaming through the house. I am lucky I can do that. I know that those who suffer from allergies can’t. I’m hoping one of these days, researchers figure out the trigger to a person’s sensitivities and how to block it – without consequences and side effects that are worse than the allergy itself. Like velcro, I suppose it will happen when they are looking for something else.