It was warm out earlier in the week. Mid to high sixties. It was muggy in the morning an raining by evening but when MJ called and suggested a parkway walk, I said yes. I hadn’t been for a good walk in weeks. Maybe months. Meg was at the house to watch Tot so we didn’t have to push a stroller and were able to use a fast, long stride. It felt great! The only downside was my own fault: I didn’t go home and shower but went straight up to Katie’s to play with the babies all day. We gave them baths. I did take a long, hot shower when I finally got home but for the next two days, I was as stiff as a board.
It was nice to be able to sleep with the windows cracked. The fresh smell of rain wafting through my bedroom at night is one of my favorite things.
It is March, however. No sooner did the rain go away than the wind kicked up. For the last two days, the wind has been blowing like it wants to blow us all away. Lying in bed at night, it sounds like the entire park across the street is trying to blow right in our bedroom window. I love it!
Around five this morning, I’m pretty sure I heard the flagpole outside my window take flight. Sure enough, Zack found it in the bushes along the driveway when he went out this morning.
After listening to that wind all night, I’m surprised the flag wasn’t in St. Paul or that the rest of our outdoor stuff was still in place.
The wind finally died down some time this afternoon. It tried to blow me off the road on my way up to Katie’s but was gone when I drove home. I had another lovely afternoon with my baby girls.
Life is good, March is mad and spring is coming.