“It’s the truth, it’s actual, everything is satisfactual…”
Things are blooming.
Skies are blue, and my kids have learned to appreciate Chinese food.
A warm, short sleeve kind of day resulted in endless giggles and grins. There were smiles as big as the completely stinking HUGE hippo who condescended to delight my boy from here to eternity by playing kissy face with him.
This, was the wrap you up in warmth, golden evening light.
“Wonderful feeling, wonderful day….”
Now, I know that there are some of you out there who are still snowed in, miserable and dreaming of spring with all your might and mean. And I get it, really I do, because while you have your February, Texas has its September.
September, when everyone else is wearing long sleeves an enjoying crisp days but our spirits are still crushed under the weight of never bloody ending heat. September, when everything is dead and brown and turned to dust, including our dispositions. September just plain sucks.
So believe me, I understand, and I feel for you. I know how it is to feel like the season has to change or you just will scream until you split in two.
That is why, friends, I will do my best to quiet the song that’s welling up, and just hum a little, until you can sing along with me. But sister, when at long last you see tender green things and itty bitty buds on the trees too, you raise your voice and we’ll “Zippity Do Dah” together to beat the band. Okay?