Spring

It certainly didn't promise to be a lovely evening. I didn't even try to argue myself out of it -- when the temperature hit 80 in the house this morning and I started to sweat, I went right to the air conditioning -- understanding the irony of the fact that soon the mid Atlantic region may be back in the 60s.

But as I bade the DQ goodbye at the base of our road on her way up to friend's house for dinner, I reveled in the tranquility, the horses in the field, the thwack of bats as children played baseball on the elementary school grounds. As odd as our weather has been, spring is still miraculous -- coming in chilly rain and blazing sun, winds that make the basketball hoop fall over, and the quiet of the evening as the sun sets. Well, not quite -- the frogs are having a great old time by the pond at the school -- or maybe they are yelling at one another. Hard for this human to tell as she runs by and wonders, and tries to catch a peep...I mean, a peek!