one hundred. eighty.

Hello, summer.
Weeks ago Alex and I hunted down spring buds on bushes in the forest preserve, and today I come home and notice that my yard is shady and cool because the trees have become full of leaves.
It usually happens like that, I see the beginnings but always miss the middle of spring. Tulips leaves just barely push out of the ground, so I rejoice, but I miss the middle and catch them once they've bloomed.
Today I struggled and huffed and puffed, pushing our ancient broken lawnmower over our yard which out of nowhere turned into a field of grass & dandelions, probably rivaling the lush greens of the Amazon. Probably. Then I proceeded to weed around some ferns and strawberry plants that run along the edge of our driveway. To keep me company I decided play artists on my ipod that I never listen to: The Local Natives and Monster of Folk.
Other signs of spring/summer would be the baby rabbit that has been eating carrots we put out and the small cries of the fuzzy starlings just hatched under the roof of our garage.
[quite lovely.]
I have disabled my Facebook for summer time so I can live a bit more, send out really truly letters, write in my journal and embrace things that are not digital [i.e. less of the digital friends, pictures, conversations, etc.]. It was a strange feeling detaching myself from it, but today I'm feeling a sense of freedom.
In other news: I am currently grooving to the youtube channel watchlistentell, which has a collection of nice music
I'm enjoying a new bike that is old
I have a growing list of DIY projects that I would like to tackle [suitcase chair? anyone?]
My feet are still tender from winter so I walk barefoot often, in case I need to dash through the woods like an Indian
& some days I pretend that I can play the ukulele.

About a week ago at work, my very favorite couple stopped in. They are older [I'm really wretched with ages, so I couldn't hazard a guess], and perhaps I've talked about them before. They always lean in to each other. Ringing bells? Well, they are just adorable, unlike the other grouchy couples who come in, who barely talk because they've spent their lives together and now are just sick of hearing the other person. My favorite couple always gets a skim latte each, and lean in and talk like it's their fourth date [quite comfortable, but still interested].
Anyhow, so the lady comes up to the counter and I ask her how long they've been married.
She laughs and says it's been 38 years.
I tell her that they are my favorite couple, that I've talked about them to others, how they always seem to enjoy being together.
She said that they really do, and also says they just finished some race or triathlon together a few weeks ago. They just like being together. She laughed a little bit more.
It was just darling.