a glorious spring-like day

Sunday was a glorious spring-like day. And all the plants went out to play.

Which plants?

The plants that have been hanging out in our garage, and on our kitchen countertops and windowsills. They’ve begun to look a little peaked as of late.

I took them to the back porch to get a bit of fresh air and sunshine. I swear, I heard them sigh as they spread fronds and unfurled leaves. Seriously, the whole day was like a daydream.

It doesn’t take many gray winter days to forget what a glorious spring-like day feels like. For plants and animals alike.

I ate breakfast outside.

After having soaked up winter for weeks, the surface of the table felt cold to the touch, slick like an ice cube, gray as the moon. The sunlight bounced all around, so bright I think Lucy and Annabelle squinted their eyes. The iris grew taller while we watched.

Yesterday afternoon, we enjoyed the sun (and a pint of beer) while sitting on the deck at Puritan Coffee and Beer. Folks walking along Dickson looked in awe of the warm weather. Even the cars that passed by seemed happy, with music streaming from open windows.

Yes, yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday, which may have added to the celebratory spirit in the air. Plus, the groundhog didn’t see his shadow and it was of those weird/fun dates—02.02.2020—reason enough for many to have a party. But I believe a glorious spring-like day (in winter) is true cause for celebration. One glance at the weather forecast proves it will last only long enough to confuse the shrubs busily putting on buds.

The ferns and succulents are certainly enjoying their break from the winter doldrums. They even camped out last night, most on the porch but some underneath the stars. If they heard any of the Super Bowl game, it was through the doors and windows, open most of the night.

Sadly, I will have to call them inside soon because, you know, “wintry mix” is headed our way.

Congrats to the KC Chiefs!

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