125 degrees higher than our record low this winter. Yesterdays sunshine heated my soul straight through. T-shirts and muddy toes and popsicle’s and wading in the stream, devouring maple muffins and hens giving us a baker’s dozen each day. This is real spring. Oh, I do welcome mud season with a big beaming smile this year.
The biggest man in the house is on a trip far, far away, enjoying the sunshine himself no doubt, but I can guarantee it is just not the same type of rays touching his cheeks. The summer rays that hit Vermont have a whole different way of returning your hope and promise, and forcing great involuntary sighs of gratitude out of your chest. These photographs are for him. I know he misses these smily big cheeked boys. And we miss him too. To heal the daddy’s gone blues we are headed for a visit to the coast for a few days.
(these ones are zooming straight to Uruguay … hola papa! Their soft cheeks can only be imagined…)
I have high hopes that when we return, the sun will have done us a favor and eradicated this white stuff sloshing around our ankles completely. Maybe its too much, but I’m even wishing for a crocus blossom or two…