i sat in the sun today, and let the weeds tickle my toes. when the next door neighbors skedaddled for a bit, katie and i took advantage of their empty front porch swing that's instead hung from an oak tree and moved from the sun into shade, and watched the tourists parade through the azaleas. we even, for the first time ever, got our ownselves up and wandered through the big garden catty-cornered across the street. the neighborhood is pinks and whites and bits of pale yellow and dogwoods and it is spring at last, 80 something degrees in the late afternoon, and my house is a mess and a half, but i don't care. spring is outside, and the blossoms will be gone too quickly and we will settle into the greens of summer. the house will still be messy and i will be looking for shelter from the summer sun and i will worry about it then.
the almost nothingness of spring breezes tease us with hints of heat on its way, and flip flops and nail polish seem all the footwear we will need for a while.