Now ain't that a pretty sight? Two men who have just successfully completed a truck-related task standing in front of the cherry-red truck itself with the redbud blooming behind them. That is one fine and fancy truck, y'all. I feel so good that Scott and Yolie and Kaleb are going to be pulling their Airstream behind it.
"Does the truck make the man?" I asked Scott when he pulled up in the yard this morning.
"It does!" he said and his eyes twinkled and I think he's pretty proud of that red beast.
Jessie and August did come out and we got the old walker from upstairs and Jessie cleaned it off and we put that boy in it. He liked it.
I think he was pretty darn excited to be in a standing position and he twirled the little twirlies and scooted around a bit. We brought him out to the porch and by the time he tired of it, he had real and actual dirty feet for the first time in his life.
Look at that gorgeous foot! Oh my god. I had so much fun with him today. My body is awash in oxytocin from all of the hugging and kissing and cooing and laughing and nuzzling and silly noises and tongue-sticking-out communications.
Mr. Beautiful Mr. Lizard.
After the truck project was completed and Scott left with a bag of garden greens and a bouquet of camellias for Ms. Yolie, Mr. Moon and Jessie and August and I went to Monticello to the Tractor Supply to look at chicks. Sadly, they only had a few and they were all the same and despite their darling cuteness, we decided to wait until there's more of a selection. They'll be getting a big new bunch of them on Wednesday and we'll go back. I got the fever bad. I guess there just aren't enough babies in my life already.
Speaking of which, here's a picture Lily sent me of Magnolia from Owen's T-Ball practice.
They'd been to a little Easter photo shoot before the game and Maggie is wearing her pretty Easter dress. Doesn't she look thoughtful? Or is she meditating? Look at that hand. Look at those lips, shaped like like an angel harp. Just study that for awhile and you too shall receive a nice hit of oxytocin. I promise you.
And so it has been. Garrison Keillor himself is on Prairie Home tonight and I'm about to heat up some leftovers. Tomorrow I think I will work in my garden and I can't come up with any better life that I could be living and my great, good man is working out in that garage of his doing something and the frogs have tuned up and are in the second movement of the Frog-Almost-Spring-Symphony and I am wearing a sweater and have bare feet.
For the moment the anxiety and depression have departed and they are singing Michael, Row The Boat Ashore on Prairie Home which reminds me of sitting around a campfire in Girl Scouts with Carol Edwards and Joanna Corley playing their guitars and singing that very same song, the fire snapping and sending sparks up to the black, infinite, star-hung sky and then Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme, their voices harmonizing and rising up with the sparks and as corny as all of that sounds, it was a moment in time for my life and I will never forget it and I am so glad I was there for it and so glad I am here for this one and all of the ones that keep flooding my heart with peace and with goodness.
All love...Ms. Moon