It's too pretty to stay inside today. But stay I must. I do have a household to help support. Bills, repairs, animals demanding to be fed, laundry to fold, & floors to sweep can just quiet themselves down. For a while, at least.
The weather is beautiful. Sunny skies and cooler temps this weekend. With a chance of much needed rain. As long as the tornados stay away, I'm fine with that.
But for today I want to dig my bare toesies in a cool sand box. I want to slide down a slide and scream my head off. I want to pump myself in a swing until I can almost touch the clouds - reciting "How'd you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue? Oh I do think 'tis the pleasantest thing ever a child can do."
I want to play hide & go seek with like minded individuals - even if they are under 4' tall. I want a snow cone (candy apple w/ cream, please). I want to make a wish on a dandelion. Jacks on the warm sidewalk. And a game of hop scotch to finish it off.
I know my limitations. I can no longer jump out of the swing to see how far away I'd land. Jump rope is out of the question. I can't tag anybody because everyone runs faster than I do. And if we went to the pool I wouldn't dare put myself in a position where everyone could yell, "Chicken on the high board."
Can you come out & play today?
Meet you at the swing set!
It *was* that kind of day, wasn't it? I like the Bullwinkle version of that poem best, myself.
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