First Day of Spring

The sun shines through the east facing window kissing the bunch of tulips on the dining table. The light is magical. I’d like to put the macro lens on my camera and play but there are other more pressing things to do. I grab my phone and take a quick shot to mark the moment.

Downstairs, Makiya has set up a life-size board game, complete with good and bad challenges to complete if you land on certain squares. Gerry gets the one where he has to drink a bad smoothie mixed with three random ingredients chosen earlier. Zesty Italian salad dressing, banana chips, and blueberries. Doesn’t sound tasty to me but he takes a tentative sip, pronounces it “not bad!”, and downs the rest. What a good sport.

We have pancakes for lunch (why not?), then go to the schoolyard and shoot hoops for a while (man, that’s fun). I institute an hour of daily afternoon reading time (as much for myself as anyone else), and we curl up with books. Spring break looks different this year: a little quieter, a little uncertain, a little more rummaging around in different corners of Grandma’s bag of tricks.

I never do photograph those tulips. Tomorrow’s another day.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. My favorite colours bunched up in one vase – Happy spring!

    1. Happy, albeit strange, spring indeed!

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