Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Monday April 26th, late morning
The Porch of the Dormouse
"And soon the flowers will be out, and will make everything so colorful and pretty, and the roses in the backyard---" My daughter's little head turns to look at me, hearing her name. I laugh and bounce her on my knee a little. "No sweetling, there is a flower called 'rose', you were named after them. You'll see them soon." I assure her, and she turns her attention back to the street. A child her age should not be able to hold her head upright, but she does. So far, to all outward apperances, that is the only strange thing. And people without children close to them in their lives probably would not know that, so I don't worry about it over much.
It's a lovely Spring day. The sun is out, the slight breeze is sweet and green; truly life renewing itself. So why stay inside? Rose has been fed and cleaned up, and seems to enjoy observing so we have been sitting here for the past half hour. I'm quite comfortable in jeans and a light weight, v-necked sage coloured sweater; my shoes kicked off so I can wiggle my toes in the warm sunlight creeping up the steps, and my rose cameo at my neck. Rose curls and uncurls her toes as well, fascinated by them. For all her understanding, there is still a newborns curisoity there as well. I chuckle and tickle them lightly, and she squirms in delight and coo's again. "Yes, they belong to you and they are adorable little toes at that." I laugh, and lift her off my knee enough to rain kisses on her cheek from behind.
Re-settle her back on my lap, and we continue to observe life going by. "It's lovely, isn't it?" I ask her, my hand gesturing to everything around us. "And this is just the beginning. There's so much to see and do my little Rose... I can't wait to show you how wonderful it all is."
And I can't, I just hope there's time to do so.
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The Porch of the Dormouse
"And soon the flowers will be out, and will make everything so colorful and pretty, and the roses in the backyard---" My daughter's little head turns to look at me, hearing her name. I laugh and bounce her on my knee a little. "No sweetling, there is a flower called 'rose', you were named after them. You'll see them soon." I assure her, and she turns her attention back to the street. A child her age should not be able to hold her head upright, but she does. So far, to all outward apperances, that is the only strange thing. And people without children close to them in their lives probably would not know that, so I don't worry about it over much.
It's a lovely Spring day. The sun is out, the slight breeze is sweet and green; truly life renewing itself. So why stay inside? Rose has been fed and cleaned up, and seems to enjoy observing so we have been sitting here for the past half hour. I'm quite comfortable in jeans and a light weight, v-necked sage coloured sweater; my shoes kicked off so I can wiggle my toes in the warm sunlight creeping up the steps, and my rose cameo at my neck. Rose curls and uncurls her toes as well, fascinated by them. For all her understanding, there is still a newborns curisoity there as well. I chuckle and tickle them lightly, and she squirms in delight and coo's again. "Yes, they belong to you and they are adorable little toes at that." I laugh, and lift her off my knee enough to rain kisses on her cheek from behind.
Re-settle her back on my lap, and we continue to observe life going by. "It's lovely, isn't it?" I ask her, my hand gesturing to everything around us. "And this is just the beginning. There's so much to see and do my little Rose... I can't wait to show you how wonderful it all is."
And I can't, I just hope there's time to do so.
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