J, my little Velcro shadow (but that rant later), insisted I go outside with him earlier. We played for a little bit, then I sat down in the bright sunshine while he played. I closed my eyes, appreciating the warm sun on my face; it’s been a long month, and it hasn’t even been that bad. I listened to J play, barely audible over the school construction thisclose over my back fence. I think they’re building a moat. It’s the newest thing in school security. I read that somewhere. I think dragons are next (argue not with dragons, for thou art crunchy and go well with ketchup. I love that quote). I could hear the shouts in Spanish, the beepbeepbeep of the cement truck. The sun blinded me through my eyelids. I could smell…what is that? Is that the smell of thawing ground? It can’t be, it’s too early! And “Roger the Wonder Shrub, the Rhubarb Plant Hell-Bent on World Domination” is still a’slumber. He’s an earlier riser, too; spring has sprung when he begins to stretch skyward. (note to self: do something with the 40 cups of chopped rhubarb in the freezer immediately!!!) Must be the scent of moist disturbed soil from the construction. I sat, warm in my parka, hands in my pockets, face turned to the sun, recharging my solar panels. Spring will come, spring will come.

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