Imagine my surprise this past Monday, when a day that started with the dreary fog of a Harry Potter dementor invasion, bloomed into a sunny 85 degree weather day. I was so prepared to be pissed off at the weather. Somehow I had the foresight to dress my daughter weather-appropriately in a Hendrix t-shirt, rolled up jeans and mary jane sandals. I forgot to do the same for myself and wound up out for a few hours in a flannel shirt, my “play clothes” jeans and some very old sneakers. Shame on you, Tamara. I looked enviously at all the girls in their sundresses and skirts and tank tops – all of the things I’m dying to wear that hang untouched in my closet. What a waste of a good day on a bad outfit.
It wasn’t the first spring awakening, though. It was just the warmest day in Northampton in 2011. I’d even call it a hot day. I put Scarlet to bed in her spring easter bunny pajamas and she was flushed and restless and smelling like coconut sunscreen.
Such a summer experience. And it was brief but that’s ok. It’s still spring for awhile.
Spring was first declared to me just a day earlier by Grandpa Larry on Easter Sunday in Storrs, CT. It was felt by all of us. Saturday we had woken up with ice on the car and the news that the hilltowns got two inches of snow! We had even used a hat on Scarlet!
So we weren’t exactly expecting to be greeted by warm sun in Connecticut just a day later. Clearly because, although adorable, this wasn’t the right outfit for a warm day:
(She applies her own sunscreen. You may be able to tell.)
We chilled out on the deck for a long time.
This is what the bliss of a warm sun, a cool drink, a dog by her feet and being in her Amma Peggy’s arms looks like:
Crayons, stuffed bunnies and bracelets are very interesting things to examine.
Amma took Scarlet for a walk. I stayed back with a book in my hands and the sun in my eyes.
They picked flowers for me.
Then there was art time. Ever notice how people have art faces? Surely you see it on musicians a lot. I had an ex who liked to draw and if you watched him draw, he’d make the funniest, cutest faces. He’d raise his eyebrows up and down and bite his bottom lip a lot. Scarlet has a cute art face too.
I was having so much fun doing nothing while Scarlet went for a walk and drew with crayons. I didn’t realize the best was yet to come. It started when I just innocently went into Larry and Peggy’s beautiful backyard to see their bird feeders. Scarlet followed me out, climbed down the deck stairs and ran yelling happily but like a madwoman into the yard. She was so happy to be free. She ran and ran and ran…The words I use to describe these next photos are “frolic”, “prance” and “spastic joy.” Really. We can all learn something from this.
This one might be my favorite of the set.
I love how her pants came unsnapped and she looked like royalty for awhile in her red velvet. It looked like a king’s robe.
This next set happened in slow-motion to the tune of some very familiar (but I don’t know the name) romantic classical symphony:
Finally we took off the red velvet and revealed a sagging diaper. She ran free and flushed and happy some more.
It was freakin’ fun. This is how we get through the long, hard last half of winter. When the holidays are over and the cold snow seems endless, we know we have this to look forward to. It’s just as endless as winter..but in a good way.