My heart is soaring today, straight up into the cloudless summer blue sky. I'm not sure why and I'm not going to question it... when I least expect it the clouds will roll in and cast their shadows, but for now I'm enjoying it.
It could be due to the sunshine... we had a few days of rain this week, very welcomed rain, but my soul can only stand so many gray days without taking on the same tint.
I suspect it's also because we have a weekend at home. Too many weekends at home can get dreary, but so can too many weekends away. I don't have any false hopes of getting much accomplished - it's a weekend of graduation parties and a much-anticipated wedding of two dear friends, plus my oldest is on his way to the house even as I type. I haven't seen him in several weeks and I hope to spend some time catching up on his latest adventure - a trip to Chicago.
But just being home for more than a few hours of a weekend feels comforting... healing... a welcome reprieve from the hectic-ness of the world... like chilling on the porch swing late in the afternoon.
We're moving slow today... this morning Tom and I took the puppies for a walk...Frankie ventures down to the house and even came in for an inspection the other day, but still turns us down on walks. Butterflies are everywhere - all shapes, sizes and colors, and I noticed the summer pinks are popping up, thanks to the rain.
The day is already getting away from me. I only have a few hours left before the celebrations begin, so I guess I'll go tackle a to-do list. But first, I'm grabbing my camera and heading outside; Tom just spotted a dirt dauber building a nest...
