The spring time has arrived. In New England, the trees have finally opened up enough to bring out a green curtain between us and most of our neighbors. The smells of spring in New England are different than in Western New York, where I grew up. The fresh flowers seem different here. I don’t know what it is.
Yesterday, I let the girls play outside while I did the dishes. The decided to wash Soleil’s bike. It was quite funny to watch and I did for a while.
Later in the day, Luna and I played soccer at the playground while Soleil ran off with some bigger kids.
Life really is good. I enjoy the little moments I spend with the girls…
Next time I come to Boston I will make time to see you! This weekend was crazy. But so beautiful. Wow. The Public Garden was incredible. I don’t remember it being so lovely. Then again, I was a snotty little wannabe scenester when I lived up there and probably didn’t make a lot of time to smell the flowers.