to resist it is useless, it is useless to resist

the weekend was breezy and sunny and called for short sleeves and open windows. i wanted to get into the yard and rake at the leaves blown against the house, but i didn't.

sunday night there were tornadoes around, even blowing through our town, though we didn't hear the sirens and slept high in the house through the night. the lightening flashed silver and the hail pelted against the metal, the slate, the brick. as i fell asleep i picked out percussive patterns, counting them in pings and marbles. in the morning there was water splashed in the kindermusik room but no real damage was done. the grass is greener today, yesterday, highlights, frosted, green spears in the mud. tornadoes are a sign of spring around these parts.



we spent the weekend as we should: working, playing, worshipping, resting. we ended the thing with a terrific surprise: the dream has opened early for the year! most likely in anticipation of profit losses that are inevitable as soon as the brand new dairy queen opens. the girls in their white pants rushed around making cheese balls, dipped cones. everyone in town had ice cream on saturday. i will be sad if the dream has to close due to the shiny-ness, year 'round openness of the DQ.

we went to lakeland park for awhile until some little kids were vulgar and their parents didn't care about it enough to stop it. we drove with the windows down, of course, a recent discovery that keeps our children engaged in the car for longer than usual, their fingers stretching out the edges of the windows, the wind blowing their hair high, their cheeks rosy.


the moon roof, cloud roof, is my favorite part about the new car. soon we'll whiff at the springtime as the wind whips and swirls through the roof during our long drives over countryside and cityscape.