slow the days

This time of year we stuff wool sweaters and shorts in our drawers.  It's an odd dance between seasons and I find myself thinking about everything I am going to do during the summer months.  Long walks on the beach.  Camping.  Swimming.  Boating.

I got my first dandelion gift from a student; limp from being held in her hand all through recess. Very soon I anticipate the presentation of a clump of blue-its torn up by their roots; picked with love. How I love spring.

Slow down.  Listen to the peepers.  Wait for the black flies.  Summer will come.  Right now, I am mindful it is spring. I am so grateful.