[spring]

 

Dear Kindred Spirit:: 

It is spring. It really really is. It is wet, cool and we have seven eggs stashed. I am so happy.

Last night while Jason read to the kids their story, Farmer Boy, I went for a walk in the cool night air. The moon so bright and full it coaxed me to take his picture. In my poor attempts I manged to capture a nice brightly lit dot. But I forgive myself and will keep the photos in remembrance of that glorious night I was able to take the time to enjoy the night sky just for being itself. Cool crisp and full of anticipation for what is to come. 

[dreaming]

::Dear Kindred Spirit::

Here I am, truly, with the best intentions to write everyday. But, alas, I am dreaming of Summer. Of a bowl full of blueberry's, of canning, of Sal. I am being tickled by late evenings and sparkly skies.

It all started on Monday, when I stuck my head out of the second floor window. It overlooks the front yard, first you see the roof of the porch below. But just after that, a few feet ahead, are pine trees, ten in all, clustered together to give the illusion of a random natural wood. Planted by previous owners. And just after that three rows of carefully planted trees, twelve in all. Deliberately separated and planted in rows by owners that came after the pine trees. And there just out of my reach, was a sweet little robin. Hoping around...searching for breakfast. I never before, until this moment, understood the joy it would be to own a telephoto lens...

I am coming up with a spring to do list. All of which are things that I want to do, not the things that need to be done, exploring, trips to the park, trips to the beach...fishing...being out doors.

Here I am, with my head in the clouds while my chores are pulling on my apron stings and my eyes are glossed over looking out the window dreaming...of spring.