Sitting around the house are stacks of books I want to read, but lately I’ve had to process a lot of student papers.
Today, God gave us another spectacular summer-in-springtime day to relish. I did two loads of laundry and hung them up to dry. As the wind lifted the sheets, they billowed and snapped and furled. I grabbed my camera, hoping to catch that mesmerizing motion and the light casting shadows on the fabric: back-lit tree branches…silhouettes against scrim.
That recent study about red meat? Makes me glad I’m moving toward a vegetarian diet.Eventually, I may go vegan.
Throughout winter I pull the down-filled comforter to my chin and curl into a ball to stay warm at night. I slip on warm socks and layer my clothes to make it through the days, which are often gray and dreary from November or December through March, even into April. I slowly fade as the season progresses, struggling to drag myself outside. Slowly, as the calendar inches toward spring, I thaw. The days grow longer, occasional sun peeks through, and I can head out for a walk without first pulling on long underwear and piling on a parka.Then, yesterday afternoon, a surprise.The 70s.Temperatures in the 70s? That’s, well…summer!And it’s not even spring yet!Giddy and energized, we threw off the jeans and jackets we donned at 7:00 in the morning when we left the house and slipped into tank tops and shorts. The kids ran around the yard barefoot; I went jogging and came home sweaty.As I showered off, I realized I was smiling.Warmth + sunshine = bliss.That evening we ate on the screened-in porch. The chatter of birds tucking away for the evening prompted my son to shush us all.”Can we all just sit here and eat without talking for a moment,” he requested, “so we can just listen to the birds? They sound so relaxing and beautiful, I just want to enjoy it.”Most of us were too busy passing the potatoes and biscuits to stay quiet for long, but I heard him. I listened. I heard the chirps and churras, a swirl of sound overlapping and dancing in the air all around.We finished our meal and started to stack plates as the sunlight faded. The birds quieted, and temperatures cooled. I grabbed a sweater and came back out to linger just a few minutes, though, before heading inside.
Though I’m keeping a journal, I’ve mostly been in editorial mode lately.
* * * * *
Images by Ann Kroeker. All rights reserved. You may “pin” in a way that links back to this post.