Screw the calendar. It’s now spring.

Spring is:

  • A pale foot, swishing back and forth in the warm breeze while its owner flips the pages of a magazine.
  • Sunglasses. Wearing them for something besides the painful glare off fresh snow.
  • People outside EVERYWHERE. Swerving around swarms of bikers as we cross town to waste some time outside.
  • Kids playing kickball in the back yard.
  • Beer on a patio. Better when it’s a friend’s patio.
  • An impromptu barbecue — good friends, good food, good conversation.

All I have to say is: THANK GOD. We’ve earned it.

I think Simon summed it up best when he laid his worn-out little head on Ed’s shoulder before bed and said, “Fun Day.”