Sunday, April 12 2015

The minute we arrive at her Auntie’s place in Plymouth, my daughter insists I hit the hammock with her.   What an awesome girl!

My Baby and Me

But we know this.  To be precise, my view was more this:

Hoppy Spring

Funny how quickly car ride stress is turned around by a brief stop at the local brewery.  Not to mention completely dissolved the moment your butt hits the hammock.

On the pond you can see the last vestige of ice from this year’s excessive winter.  I don’t know what’s more thrilling: that view; this view;

Up

the cold hoppy bite of a good brew;  the feel of fresh air and sunshine after all these confined months;  the curl of my daughter’s braid;  the weight of Her Squishiness on my lap (formerly “yap”);  her running commentary, the intrusion of this hilarious HUGE DOG HEAD;

Chico the Wanna-be Lap Dog

the song-sound of these wood creatures [Plymouth Wood Creatures Song 31 secs]:

or the last of that ice literally melt away before our eyes;

Om

A deep, calm, tranquil REJOICE of Spring.

Can I get an Alleluia!