It is a balmy 69 degrees this March day in Minnesota. After the usual sight of brown grass all winter due to the lack of snow, a new whiteness has begun to appear as people who have spent the winter indoors emerge in shorts and short sleeve shirts revealing their white arms and legs. The world has come to life again here. Today there were two robins hopping around the front yard. People are driving around town with windows down and on motorcycles. Neighbors who have only been seen pulling in and out of their driveways or shoveling the occasional snow are now standing outside to chat. The playground is again filled with children and people sail past on bicycles and skates. A fresh breeze blows thrgh opened house windows. And if you look closely through the brown grass, you will see a few blades if green.
My southern boys are already outside with barefeet and asking permission to be bare backed as well. It is difficult on days like this to do any work at all, I would so much rather just enjoy the sunshine and fresh breeze. So we postponed our trip to the Y, got our school work done early and then spent our time after the Y at the park. Sebastian, who spent last summer mostly in my arms at the playground now climbs and slides with his brothers. I am happy to report only one injury at the playground this afternoon, and it was none of the little people. I s sinning wildly around with Stephen on a pole made for that very purpose. Upon jumping off I neglected to hold on to the pole until the rest of the world stopped spinning and went whirling to the ground, fast and hard. I laughed to reassure Stephen, and hopped up, hopefully before the other parents dutifully following their children around to prevent injury and those sitting properly on the benches noticed the undignified lady sprawled on the ground. I deferred more spinning to another day and sat down at the picnic table wth Gabriel to have an imaginary snack of juice and goldfish.