Sometimes, I feel like I could do anything….

It is amazing how beautiful the warmth feels when it finally comes. I forget this fact every year as we trudge through the dark winter months trying to eek out an existence in the cruelty of the cold. I don’t like the long, black nights. I don’t need the snow to feel cozy. I like a warm, gentle breeze and the promise of a long, light day. Once the weather changes I feel myself begin to relax, let go and begin to hope again. This feeling is especially dear this year since it has been such a hard one for us.
This afternoon I have had the luxury of sitting on the patio in my summer pajamas while I work. Devon is half naked and covered in orange cream popscicle goo. He pees off the deck when the need strikes and is digging random treasures out of the overgrown flowerbeds. So far he has presented me with two broken bubble wands, a Christmas ornament and one of the Easter eggs we never found -that one smells quite nice. I am looking at projects for those messy flower beds. Their riff raffiness is stressing out my mom so I am going to try my hand at creating a fountain to replace the dwindling daisies and columbines. I have no idea if I can pull it off but I talked with Cass and Loren and they are onboard to help me make the outside a better place this summer. (It all fell apart last summer because that was my dad’s domain.)
So here we sit, or rather I sit while Devon harvests yet more goodies from the dirt. We are listening to the beautiful voice of Michael Franti and just being in the warm, gentle breeze.