...warm weather. (if you live south of me, please stop laughing).
In Maine, we survived an especially long winter this year. Or maybe it was a normal winter; I don't even know anymore, but it felt record-breaking-long to me. So when the forecast showed up with an entire weekend of sunshine and high 60s, I felt like I was bursting out the end of a really long, cold, dark tunnel.
I have so many nice things to say about 60 degrees. Every single year that I see the cold, grey earth start to green up and the leaves unfurl, it feels like an actual miracle. A miracle!
BREAKFAST on the deck? So good.
The rest of my weekend included (besides the awesome 5K on Saturday morning) dinner with my dear friend Jenn, time to read, deck sitting, gardening with Tim, Red Sox, a motorcycle ride, and waterfall watching. Once I got my kids back Sunday afternoon, we added in catch in the backyard, burgers on the grill, corn on the cob, and ice cream cones for dessert. Also, I wore flip flops all weekend, enough of a reason to get emotional right there.
Thank you, thank you.
"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness." ~John Steinbeck
Okay, fine, Mr. Steinbeck. I guess you are right. WELCOME, sweet sunshine. Please stay.