Monday, March 3, 2008
I'm sure it's a sneaky lie, but today and yesterday spring has been whispering to me that it's here. In the course of a day, temperatures rose from freezing to nearly 70 degrees, melting the snow almost instantly into isolated islands of snirt.
We saw our first crocuses yesterday, and one of these little yellow gems opened practically before the kids' eyes. It was a small miracle to them. Their wonder transfigured my world, too. The Tiger rubbed his knuckles raw drawing stick people with sidewalk chalk. Both kids turned their sneakers chunky brown with mud. Small pleasures, to be sure, but as good a reason as any to have children.
Yesterday afternoon, the two kids and I took a long bike ride around the neighborhood. Well, long in duration; with the Tiger on a tricycle, it took us an hour to cover a grand total of about 15 blocks. We saw more neighbors in that one hour that we had all winter, all of us blinking our eyes like slightly stunned cave-dwelling mammals emerging from hibernation into the treacherous sunlight.
A lone and stupid fly buzzed around our kitchen during dinner. The kids both freaked out briefly, not having seen a fly in months.
It's time to start tomato seeds. Sleep less. Prune the clematis. Let go of all that's chilly and discouraging. Swat at bugs. Shed some clothes. Talk to our neighbors.