Thursday, May 1, 2014

clasping hands

A crow drank from our rain barrel in desperation today. That should have been the big tip off. The temperature climbed up out of spring and straight into summer. I felt as desperate as the crow.
My grandchildren plied the garden hose and turned our flower beds into prehistoric swamps. Dinosaurs were swept away by mighty currents and buried by mud. The children got damp and then wet and then muddy. Very muddy. Wonderfully muddy.
They headed home just in time for supper, freshly bathed and wearing strange ensembles of borrowed cloths.
I think that makes it official. We've turned a corner.
Spring and Summer are clasping hands.

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