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And so we’ve had our trip to the library. I sat and read the first chapter of Northanger Abbey in a sun-drenched window seat while C played with baby in the “frog pond”. A sat beside me and read a chapter of a Hardy Boys mystery, leading the realization of a much-longed for dream come true: reading silently together with my child.

From there we headed out to the beloved Greenbelt, though it was a mite too cold without coats. It was irrisistable though, with the contrast of bright light, deep shade, and freshness everywhere. The trees of course are very bare (is there anything that depicts a barren sadness better than a willow tree in winter?) but the sun reflected off the white sycamore bark, making them quite shine. The grass is popping up with bright springness everywhere; makes me wonder what it will do should there be a snow to come.

The kids climed trees and skipped stones….”Hey Mum! Mine skipped three!” My ears burned with cold and the baby laughed and the birds sang. The sky was that vivid robin’s egg blue with big, puffy clouds that had enough tinge of darkness to remind me that more rain would be here by week’s end.

We’ve had warm cookies and read books; the next to read aloud is Bed-Knobs and Broomsticks.  We’ve had news on the job that is both heart-breaking and prayer-answering all at once; direction is always good even if it isn’t what we hoped for. The day isn’t over; there is stew to make and lessons to go to, but enough words for today.

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