To mark the first day of Spring, we considered dressing in organic white cotton, placing pink petunias in our plaited hair and prancing like randy goats in the grass. But we did not.
We did what we almost always do on weekday mornings. We finished our coffee and muffins, then took an exercise walk, 30 minutes through the neighborhood.
Doing that early enough provides a bonus. We get to watch the aproned mamas walking their uniformed children to the school on the highway.
On returning home, we sit here on the terraza in rockers. My child bride rips a grapefruit to shreds and downs it while I more delicately eat what’s available, often grapes. And we look through this brick archway, feeling fine.
Another winter survived.