Monday, March 19, 2012
It was a perfect weekend, really. Very warm. We threw open the windows and doors and the breeze blew through the house for the first time. When I went to bed, I did not use the electric blanket. Sunday, we worked in the yard, while I took stock of my garden. There are lots of spring flowers coming up there, and interesting plants growing, but I cannot tell whether they will be actual garden plants, or simply weeds with interesting leaves. We had a loud and raucous thunderstorm yesterday, which was great. Brianna and William came over to visit while we worked, and William got his little feet muddy. We all came inside and I made a couple homemade pizzas which we ate as William the windmill waved his hands and grabbed at everything. He's a lively little squirrel, and his baby chuckles are just delicious! When they were gone, the house seemed empty. I cleaned the kitchen, and swept up the flour from the floor. The thunder rumbled off in the distance. The evening breeze blew through the house. I daydreamed as I always do, about this house, about the other storms it has weathered, and other babies who played on the hardwood floors, and what became of them.