Sixty degrees, blue sky, melted snow, birds singing spring (they couldn't help themselves). After tea and steamed eggs with salt and cracked pepper, after one look toward the east with its new sun shining purple-pink-orange, it was on with the faded jeans, the wool sweater, the rubber shoes, the garden gloves. Out there. I had to be out there, in that fresh air, in that experience, in that blessed day (I couldn't help myself).
Start up the tractor/mower, hook up the wagon, toss in the rake. Comb the matted lawn by sections, give winter's leaves and twigs the heave-ho. Contemplate the vegetable garden, the flagstone patio, the string lights, the flower beds. Measure things, sketch things, keep things, toss things.
Nellie chews a giant stick, finds a long-lost toy, loves the kitties.
One by one, boys emerge, too, into that full sunshine. One to hike a hill and read a book; one to go shooting; another to go fishing. We didn't fuss about the laundry not washed or the boot tracks across the floor, or much of anything that had to do with inside.
How could we on a day like this?
Wishing you a gentle week's beginning, friends! Today, we woke up to a fresh layer of snow! :)