I am typing this with just one eye open, as it is late and I'm waiting for my son to call and tell me to come pick him up. The baseball team had a game wa-a-a-ay out in eastern Colorado. An hour and a half drive one way. And the bus was an hour and a half late coming to get the kids after school, so the game was delayed. Thankfully, both of my kids have a 'late start' tomorrow for school, so we can sleep in a bit.
Speaking of late starts, Spring seems to be having a tough time getting itself going this year. We had some beautiful weather in March -- in like a lamb -- and then towards the end of the month, the snows came. And stopped. And started again. And the month went out like a lion. I'm to the point where I just enjoy each beautiful day that comes along, as who knows what tomorrow will bring? I used to think that the expression, "if you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes and it will change," was unique to Colorado. But from reading other bloggers in different parts of the country, it seems that spring has the same, fickle personality everywhere.
I love it when Easter falls during the month of April. It seems that is where it belongs. Easter heralds the arrival of spring and has a better chance of doing so in April. Trudging through snow and slush to get to church, and hiding eggs when it's snowing outside. . . it just doesn't seem right.
There's a bunny that has been in residence in our back yard since we moved in last summer. He hides under the back deck and every so often I see him in the front yard, snuggled in beneath a potentilla bush. I'm surprised he hasn't moved out and found new digs, since our dog would like nothing better than to capture him. Not out of meaness, as Abby doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But, chasing critters is what dogs do, and she has been stealthy enough to capture birds and even a squirrel. I'm sure she'd love to add rabbit to her list of conquests.
Meanwhile, Luke texted me that the bus would soon be arriving, so I drove over to the high school to meet it. About a dozen cars waited under the lights in the otherwise deserted parking lot. Parents in the driver seats, leaning back and resting their eyes, longing for sleep. The bus lumbered in and a group of weary boys, lugging baseball bags and backpacks dragged themselves off and to their respective cars. On the way home, I got the play by play of the game, which was their first loss of the season. Bummer.
It's past midnight and time for bed. 'Night all.