Drenched on the deck

April 17

The little bell shaped blossoms of the blueberries are still hanging on the bush. They have been joined by a mien of green. We turn on the hose and spend the late afternoon spraying and sprinkling everything on the deck. My first grader delights in making it rain. She drenches herself and her sister and they delight in the feeling of the cold drops on their skin.

Our deck feels like a tree house now surrounded as we are with leafy trees. We are outside but also contained in this special space. Our deck is like a magic fort. The water table a giant soup cauldron filled with flower petals and chalk. All sense of time and schedules disappears as we drench our feet and pretend to sip flower soup.