Many years ago I was doing my student teaching at an elementary school in February. I remember few specifics about my brief time in that school but I do recall standing outside, during recess, and nearly purring like a kitten in the 80 degree sunshine.
Those are rare days in a Western Maryland winter and when they do occur the conversation at every turn begins the same way, “How about that weather out there?”
The past two days have been amazing as the temps inched up to 70 degrees. I know that I take for granted days like these in the middle of June but they feel like a Christmas gift in the center of February. There are boxes to be packed but they had to wait for awhile as we escaped to our muddy backyard for some running and smiles.
The wind today was quite different from yesterday’s gentle breeze. When I took Corrigan out this morning it was breezy but not unbearable but after his afternoon nap the wind nearly picked him up off of his feet at one point. We came inside with wind burnt cheeks, chapped lips and slight ear aches but it was all worth it.
It felt good to blow the stink of winter from our bodies and point our minds towards Spring. We can hardly wait.
I am a bit camera happy these days, trying to document as much as I can the house, the yard, the final memories that occur in our little home. I want my kids to look back at these photos in 40 years and search the shots for the little details that jog their memories of their childhoods. Corrigan will likely not remember much about this place but Connor has spent nearly 11 of his 13 years in this location. This will always be his homestead.
It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. ~Arthur Conan Doyle
(photos below from my phone)