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!
But we know this. To be precise, my view was more this:
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;
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;
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;
A deep, calm, tranquil REJOICE of Spring.
Can I get an Alleluia!