put on the day, wear it 'til the night comes

breezy saturdays may be my favorite sort of day. after naps the boys ate outside, cold as it still was with the breeze and all. we pretended to picnic and then dug through the yard for something metal down in the ground to tell us something of where our property ends and the neighbors' begins.



i find myself obsessed with the borders of the yard. the trees are tall, a leafy fantastic for spring, summer and fall. come winter they telegraph wooden messages (di di di, di dah dah di, di dah di, di di, dah di, dah dah di) to one another since there are no leaves for gossiping together. there is a possible confusion with the neighbors as to who is responsible for the trees, although they are clearly in our yard, and were i to come home one sunny afternoon and find the neighbors' garage lined with stacks of fresh wood and the trees on the north side of the yard chopped into splinters and kindling i would seriously become violent. something must be done before they tire of raking the leaves that drop down into their grass and purchase red shorts and a chain saw.



henry with a fever is certainly not himself, falling asleep on his own on the couch while watching star wars, incredibles, lady and the tramp. needy and flushed he's a hard day and night job. we're exhausted and look forward to the return of his bounce. jude is fascinated with henry's permanent post on the couch. he climbs up the back and jumps onto henry's head, laughing all the way. he turns off the tv and runs to hide.

february, this short month of long winter is almost over. three cheers for the coming of march!