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Under My Feet, Baby, Grass is Growing

“It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, time to get going”

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

Seeing Tom Petty live was one of those bucket list items I’ll never fulfill.

The sad thing is that he once played in my backyard, practically. I lived in the Golden Gate Park panhandle, briefly, and he played the Outside Lands Festival. I remember walking through the park right before the festival and seeing many friends. We had a house guest, or an afternoon friend guest, and I was anxious, as usual. I never would have made it there that day. And it was a festival and not just him, in the way I was lucky enough to see Bruce Hornsby a few weeks ago. Just a man and a piano. I love The Noisemakers and The Range and yMusic too, but sometimes I don’t want to share, ya know? Tom Petty came to the Boston area in 2017 or so and I just always thought I’d get the chance eventually. A rainy day or a non-anxious day; maybe a sunny day or an anxious day. I’d take it all. One day. Someday. Under our feet, baby, that grass is growing now.

I was scrolling Facebook today, which is actually rare for me now. I’m more of a post and run girl because I get distracted by a bluebird or a blue-eyed baby, or my job. The non-Facebook part of my job. I WANT to scroll Facebook, or at least I used to want to scroll Facebook, before entire towns were arguing over nothing, and entire countries and worlds (galaxies?) were arguing over something. So when I see something I’m interested in, like a concert, an ice cream opening, or trip photos that aren’t blurry and 76 of the same thing at a slightly different angle, I do stop the scroll. Today it was earth-shattering! Bruce Hornsby (and those lovable Noisemakers) are playing a FREE show at the Wegmans stage (I love Wegmans) at a jazzfest in ROCHESTER, of all places! My mom’s home turf! I’ve never been! During the week in which my uncle passed last year, and my mom will need happiness (not that she won’t think about him in the city she grew up with him in, but happiness..). I mean, say it with me. It’s FREE. Hornsby. Wegmans (I love Wegmans). Rochester. Road trip. A week in which she will need us, and the kids actually don’t have camp.

Under our feet, though, the grass is growing. It’s time to get going.

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

I’ve been feeling this sort of letdown about Easter ending. Easter, of all things! I say that because we’re Jewish so it’s funny to be obsessed with Easter, but I love this season in a secular way. I’m obsessed with the chocolate eggs and the time of year and the new growth and the baby and egg everything. I got really into eggs with Rider. Dinosaur eggs. Stuffed animal eggs. Chocolate eggs. Toy eggs. Plastic eggs. A whole egg culture. I was into it. Last Easter was a weird blur with an 11-day-old baby. And this year was a weird one. I didn’t even get a brand new Easter outfit for Rider! Luckily the Easter onesies I had bought him last year still fit this year because they were big last year, and he’s a slim one. And we all know that onesies have room to grow. It’s a magical time of year, and it’s over too fast. Soon, the mosquitoes, ticks, and humidity take over, and you wonder why you waited so long. It’s a sliver of paradise; a slim piece of heaven. The grandparents came over for an egg-filled brunch and we hosted our 1st Easter Egg Hunt. There was chocolate.

And cash. Babies and eggs and happiness and naps.

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

This week, we celebrated Cassidy’s birthday and Rider’s half birthday. The temperatures have gotten/are getting over 80 degrees, and Cassidy spent his whole day doing exactly what he wanted. And probably a few things he didn’t want to do, involving Rider and messes, but we can’t all do and be everything. Even when I try. I had always wanted to make him a birthday cake, but lack of confidence got in the way for many years. I usually bought one or hired it out. Last year I was a week postpartum, so my dear friend Tara made him a cake. Yesterday (really today while I write this), he gardened and rested and chased Lucy and Rider around. I worked and didn’t rest and also chased Lucy and Rider around. I had found a recipe for a hummingbird cake in a magazine, and I tore it out and kept it for weeks. The spring breeze seemed to take me for a ride, as I got busy in the kitchen and made that cake with love. Then, a new (to us) Mexican restaurant, singing, and candles. Later, late night Mandalorian, when the babies went to sleep.

Isn’t she pretty?

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

When I was growing up, May was the hot ticket month, with three May birthdays within our family of seven. A decade or so ago, it was June/July, with Des and then Scarlet and then me. Now we have some action in April, with Sawyer and Cassidy and Rider’s half birthday. There’s something about April, isn’t there? The wind in the willows and the light in the dark. Chicken eggs and sunrises and sunsets. Planning for summer camp and summer trips and this summer of my two-year-old and my one-year-old. My last summer of a two-year-old and a one-year-old. It’s still spring, though, with night frosts and cool morning rain. Open ice cream shutters, and open breezy doors. Soon, the bugs will get in, and the lightning and thunder. He’ll turn his face from the window, and nestle into my beating heart. This will always be the season he was born in; the season he’s turned one in. And those memories will carry on and in every spring breeze.

Forever locked in time as new mother and new baby.

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing, But under my feet, baby, grass is growing, It's time to move on, time to get going..

“A broken skyline
Which way to love land?
Which way to something better?
Which way to forgiveness?
Which way do I go?

Yeah, it’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, time to get going”

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4 Comments

  1. Eggs. April. Sunshine. It’s all so magical after a long winter. It’s been cold here. Unseasonably cold. You guys have the heat in the east. Lucky you. Your cake looks marvelous! Nicely done, Tamara! The pics of the babes are so gorgeous as ever. I don’t remember this song by Tom Petty. Imagine not knowing a Tom Petty song?

  2. So many Aprils have been sunny for us but this year it is still cold and cloudy. I am so ready for spring, especially since we took a quick trip to the desert and we got a taste of a warm spring. Yes, time to get going for sure – how is it mid-April already.
    Bummer that you did not get to see Petty. We did see him a couple of times, but I passed on the last Hollywood Bowl concert and a few days later he passed. 🙁

  3. Happy Birthday to Cassidy!

    I think Easter is a message of hope, and the message is for everyone. God is watching, loves us, and cares. Another great FREE gift!

    The finality of death is probably the hardest part of the whole experience. Who knew Tom Petty would be gone so suddenly, and then completely? Sometimes the grass grows slowly underneath and we feel the change in the air, and other times, life changes in an instant.

  4. Lovely post and pics Tamara! Our Springtime weather of April got moving and kept going right into Summertime weather this week as temps reached 90 degrees in parts of NJ Thursday and yesterday. Today the cooling April showers are prevailing. This song is another gem from Tom’s “Wildflowers’ album which he considered his best collective work on an album. An in-depth personal life and music career documentary about the making of that album was released a couple of years ago. Happy Birthday Cassidy! 🎂 Happy two-and-a-halfsies Rider! ❤️

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