spring in the air

Dare I say it? The minute I do, we’ll get an arctic blast, and have to shovel out the grill again. Spring in Durango means mud, wind, blizzards, and more mud.

At our house, in our narrow little valley, the  situation is unique. While my garden is still under three feet of snow in the back yard, I can look out the front window and see green grass, yucca and cactus. It’s the ‘sunny side of the street’ effect and it’s a bit of a psyche for us. But Della and I crossed the road the other day and, dodging pointy plants, hiked up to our favorite cave for a little picnic.

This girl is ready for spring. “What the hell, Mom? Look at our house!” It’s the one in the far rear, almost buried in snow drifts.

 I’m not complaining, we walk two hundred yards and get a whole new climate. I should be thankful, and I am.

On an unrelated note, do you mess with your children? Do you know what I mean? Freak ’em out a little? Keep them guessing, play practical jokes, that sort of thing? I do. It’s my nature. They are used to it and are now getting to an age where they don’t fall for my shenanigans, but I can still get them going. (the neighbor kids are an easy target, too, but even they are onto me!)

Max is the most gullible.

Here he is with his friend Berr. I took the picture at school and added an eerie, evil, haunted ‘boy’ in the background. He’s not too hip to photoshop. 

“OMG, Max, this is SO not cool!” I said in utter seriousness and shock.

He fainted dead on the floor. He ‘came to’ and called Berr. I let him tell the whole school that the place was possessed. It’s my duty, I feel, to create a little urban legend and drama in the everyday boringness that is middle school.

He bugged me till I confessed.

Then he smiled.

‘Mom, you are so weird.’

🙂

Hope you all have a lovely!