My spring has come along. Now my chilly days are over, and life is like a song.
I've had that little ditty stuck in my head all day, with my twist on the lyrics.
There is green sprouting in our back yard, as evidenced by the photo above. A few days ago R and I took Buckaroo for a ride down the road on his new trike, and when we stopped to throw rocks over the dam I noticed that there's new growth on the trees: not leaves, but new sections of skinny, deep red branch tips shooting from the gray. It made me giddy.
I've been examining the trees for any indication of leafing, but I haven't seen anything yet. I'm not worried. My friend Frog Mama says it happens instantaneously, and I believe her because it seems like that's what happened with the snow's disappearance. One day it was just gone, and in its place were rocks and dead leaves and dirt and yellow grass. It's supposed to rain this weekend, and I hope that turns the grass green, and then I hope it stops raining-- don't get me wrong, I don't want drought, just a spell of really fabulous weather-- because I'm starting to feel that the weather this summer is going to make or break this whole New England adventure.
In Buckaroo news: I'm beginning to suspect (and I know I could have been institutionalized for this in another era) that he's having conversations with Grandpa Marty. I'm thinking this partly because it's what Buckaroo himself has told me, and partly because that whole "Papa Gary loves Grandpa Marty best of all" line is exactly the kind of joke my dad would have made. I could just hear his booming laughter at the look on my face when Buckaroo said those words.
In Sweet P news: The girl finally broke down and bought herself a new iPod, and we are all much happier for it. Shew! Today was the last day of school before her very-mini spring break, and she is currently curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a good book. That's my girl.
Tomorrow we are off to the cape and then NYC, so I may not have a chance to do any bloggity blogging while we're away, but before I sign off I have to announce that this Monday we will be celebrating our first Patriot's Day. I didn't even know there was such a thing, but it turns out it's a holiday for Mass and Maine. Woo Hoo! I wonder if we'll be allowed to shoot muskets in honor of our cantankerous forefathers (and foremothers)-- bless their souls.
Ok, send all of your sunny weather energy this way!