Let Leaping Dogs Fly

Woman, mother, scientist, wife, human. I post occasionally about any and all of these things. Whatever strikes my fancy.

Monday, March 13, 2006


We traveled this weekend up to the arctic hinterlands of the Northwest Chicago Suburbs for my dad's 60th birthday party. Happy Birthday Pops! After two 9-hour driving days back to back(which should have been 7 hour drives, without the heavy rain and sloooooow roads), it was good to get home last night. I walked the dog and collapsed in bed to watch a few minutes of 'Sense and Sensibility' on DVD so I didn't have to DREAM about driving after having driven so much. Woke this morning to 70 degrees and an overnight transformation of the trees and lawn and every flowering plant into wild growth. The cardinals are up in the trees and on the rooftops, flirting madly with each other. Every early bulb is up and blooming. The air has that ineffable perfume, the one you remember from being a kid when you first found a flower in the garden after a rainshower, rich and heavy and promising. It smells like spring.


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