In like a LION and out like … well, we’ll see.
It was fairly warm the last few days, a few sprinkles here and there, nothing to get excited about. And then THIS morning! Wind, wind, and more wind. The wind blew through the miniature canyon formed between our bedroom wall and the trees on the other side of the driveway.
The sun shone between the clouds, which thickened as the day wore on.
A bright yellow crocus is up in the planter outside the front door.
There are some garden beds ready to weed, others that are good enough as is.
And the wind blew.
A quick trip to school to take medicine to one child, another trip later in the day to have coffee with my paternal unit. Took along Lucky, who hadn’t seen their house since the tree fell on it… he went racing around and didn’t recognize Dad at first, barking at him threateningly as if to tell him to put the house back the was it’s supposed to be! Anthropomorphic? Perhaps, but his intent was clear.
And the wind blew.
The elder son had a banner weekend — on Saturday his team placed second in the regional middle school Knowledge Bowl, the other school team came in first; on Sunday the student orchestra had their second concert of the year (quite nice!).
The younger son is inspired to try some new art, after speaking with a talented and caring artist on Sunday. Margie Jackson created a lovely piece titled “Memories” for a SOGO fundraiser, and spent at least ten minutes talking to us about her process, and her growth as an artist. A link to her website is in the link section, please do check out her and her family’s work. Her kindness to a young boy fits well with what I see of her pieces.