Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Bishop Reginald Heber
Spring is here, and it's glorious.
More glorious than stained glass or freshly baked bread or even, dare I say it, the smell of a newborn's head.
I have strong feelings about spring.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Yoko Ono
Everything is sweet. A year ago, Joel watched Owen play while hanging from his Baby Bjorn. Now he's fearless.
Terrifyingly so. Yet, I've always loved moxie.
We wake up and go to the playground, or the beach, or the boardwalk, and our bodies arch towards the sun like Gerber Daisies.
Sometimes we eat ice cream.
Yes, everything is sweet.
Then, there's the bike.
I saw this bike at the thrift store. A lady had won it an auction, and since she had no children, she donated it. Brand spankin' new. Already assembled. It even had a helmet. Icing on the cake? It's Owen's favorite color--blue.
In case you were curious, this is what hot stuff looks like.
We took the bike to Annmarie Garden, a sculpture park in Solomons, Maryland.
It's a magical place. A forested glen with a quiet walking path and wonders everywhere.
The boys were indifferent to the sculpture. Nature and the joy of movement were enough.
Their art is beautiful indeed.