Saturday, February 21, 2015


It's all relative.

As I sit down to write today, I have the Chicago song spinning circles in my head:

Saturday, in the park,
I think it was the fourth of July.
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream, singing Italian songs
"Eh Cumpari, ci vo sunari"
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Saturday

The song came to me as Ed and I were eating breakfast...


Looking out, I notice that the cheepers are on the move. It's in the twenties today and compared with the bitter days of the month, it's positively the Fourth of July out there! Yes, we've been waiting such a long time! (Please do not use this opportunity to remind me that we have two more shots at the Siberian blast this coming week. I prefer to think of the warm up that is making its way three steps forward, two steps back!)


I visit Snowdrop earlier than usual. She has a birthday party to go to in the afternoon and she's decked out with ribbons in her hair!

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Today, she is at her most playful.

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Delighted with everything, eager to learn more. Books? Okay, we'll do books!

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Oh, Snowdrop!

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Later, Ed and I take advantage of the warm spell (as I said, all the way into the twenties!) and go for a walk in our county park. Saturday, in the park...

It doesn't feel like it's the fourth of July, but close.


Oh so close.