For six months now, we've bundled up and grabbed umbrellas, layered seven sweaters, and prayed our shoes would take the puddles and the rain and the snow and slush. The bitter gray and wind have become unwelcome bedfellows. There were times I'd forget that Spring would ever come. And then the cold was not so bitter, sunshine showed for moments, and there were bits of green on every tree. This weekend, we will hit 60 degrees two (maybe THREE!) days in a row. Hello, August.
So as I put my mittens away and begin to consider spf, my heart is light. Something in me wants to buy little yellow shoes and a helium balloon and go skipping down sixty-second street, reminding everyone that YES, yes, it's true. Weather has caught up with calendar and it IS Spring.
The problems of our lives and of the world seem more manageable when you can go for a stroll and breathe fresh, clean, fragrant air. Somehow everything is lighter and better. No wonder those snowbird grannies are so happy. Sunshine does good for any and every soul.
From here I see Alki. There is almost nothing more lovely than Sunday mornings here. Olympic backdrop, gentle water, sunshine, quiet. People pass quietly on bike, on foot, on skate. Happy babies in bright "baby legs". Very quiet chatter. Coffee and breeze. Old friends, new family meet for Cafe pancakes or picnics. It is a bit of Cali heaven and before I scamper to it, I will say this one last thing. Spring and Summer, come to us. We quit the Winter. BBQs, cut grass, tees and tanks, flips and frisbees, long days, sun burn, sweat ... we welcome you with our very open (albeit pasty) white arms!
Oh. And GO TAR HEELS!!!!!!!!!
