I wish I had a picture to go with it. The earth was at her best in my neck of the woods this morning. It was glorious.

fresh sunny morning
after a night of spring rain
the world new, washed clean

I mowed some grass this week and that means it is spring, folks. (My blog has hibernated most of the winter.) It was warm enough today to resume our Friday picnics at the park. (I’m not sure if I mentioned them before. The littles and I started having them when school began last fall.) Jack was sick at home with Dave today, though, so Phoebe was the rare lone kid with my mom and me.

Phoebe at the park

She was friendly with all she encountered, be it child, dog, or man. But mostly she relished two hours of undivided attention. She’d call, “Follow me!” And we would. Then, “Stop!” And we would. “Watch me!” We did. She jumped, skipped, played and told incredible stories. I wrote another haiku.

skipping rock to rock
Van Morrison sings, “You’re my…
she smiles…brown-eyed girl”

nine minutes to go
no time for a good blog post
damn nablopomo

getting older means
you pay for a wild weekend
for the whole next week

getting older means
too much caffeine late one night
is a wild weekend

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