we're having an early spring. it's been 70 degrees since last tuesday (83 predicted for tomorrow) and i'm loving every minute of it. our windows are wide open, kids are running in and out of the house with and without shoes, my precious dogwood tree in our front yard has begun to bloom, and i've taken the heavy wool blankets off of our beds.
i know. i know it's too good to last, that it's likely to be in the 50s again by the weekend. that i shouldn't put away our sweaters just yet. but i'm soaking it up while i can.
tomorrow is our last day of spring vacation, and it has been a glorious blur of days - celebrating, sleeping late, lunches at 330 in the afternoon, staying awake long past bedtime, pretending there's nothing at all on the list of things to do, enjoying being outside in those dusky hours after supper, eating with friends, eating outside, hiking in the woods, walking in a stream, long lazy days full of nothing nothing nothing, finding ourselves surprised that it's almost dinner time, soaking it all in. we really needed this break, this time outside of time, these days away from school and instruments and have-tos and pressure and school uniforms and sitting at desks. we needed this time, and it has been glorious. i'll be carrying these days in my pocket next when it's 50 degrees and raining and there are lunches to be packed and homework to be done and children who are tired of being indoors. i'll remember.