sunshine

After tumultuous, cold days, full of threat, wind and precipitation, today we wake up to the pot of gold: sunshine!

The garden is still suspicious. The flowers are were they were a week ago. But I am absolutely convinced that this guy will not be standing alone by the end of the day!






Speaking of guys, it is, of course, Monday. Sparrow is here!






(what a suck up!!)






Come on, Sparrow, let's face the camera (timed release) head on!






Breakfast: yesterday with Snowdrop, today with Sparrow.






(studying the book, in and out, up and down)






(loving music, in any shape or form; if you sing, he will sing along!)






(outdoor time? but of course!)






(too young for sandbox; happy to simply watch Happy!)






The sun keeps shining, the temperatures keep rising. By the time I pick up Snowdrop, I feel we've resumed the march toward warm spring days.

Do you want to go to the playground?
Yes!











Can I go in the water?
I think it's too cold...






(the cookie? hers. the iced tea? mine.)






There is book called Mary Poppins?? And you have it, grandma??






She goes home. I listen to BBC news on the subject of Notre Dame in Paris. No one will be surprised to hear that I am terribly saddened by this fluke of circumstance (if it was that): one day it's there, next day it's burning and Parisians watch, dumbfounded. Perhaps you could argue that Paris is flush with iconic structures. Eiffel Tower of course. Arc de Triomphe. Still, for this significantly Catholic and at the same time significantly not religious nation, Notre Dame stands alone: it is a cultural giant. It's architecture it's religion it's literature it's music it's eternity it's tourism it's personal it's beauty it's art.

Well, the icons burn but the soul survives. Feelings don't go up in flames at the strike of a match. A roof of a cathedral falls, but we are as we were before. And that's such a good thing.