Spring in Oregon takes a long time coming. It’s a lot like winter for many days, rainy and cold with some wind or snow or hail thrown in just for the heck of it. Maybe it’s not quite as cold as January was, but shorts and sandals are not in your vocabulary during March. Every once in a while a sunny day will come along and it’s easy to think, “Ah, spring is here. This is great, I can handle this. ” But then winter comes galloping back that afternoon or the next day and stays for a week and a half again. Spring peeps its warm head again for a fleeting day or two, just to remind us that there is a possibility of warmer weather, but don’t get used to it yet.
Today was one of those days. We had a heavy duty rainstorm over the weekend that reminded Bob and I of some of the whoppers that blew through the coast when we lived there. And then today, sunny skies as far as the eye could see with just a hint of a breeze to flutter the pink blossoms on the trees. Perfection.
This unassuming little spot is essentially the employee smoking area for City Hall. I’ve never seen anyone use it, smoking or non. Hopefully no one smokes at all. Lucy has had her eye on the picnic table beneath these two trees since the rains started last November, waiting waiting with great patience (one of her impressive personal strengths) for the weather to cooperate. All winter as we slogged our way to the library through the dreary depths of slashing rain, we passed this oasis in the eye of a four-year-old beholder. Lucy’d cheerily remark, “I can’t wait for our picnic here!”
The last week or two has been hard to wait; we’ve checked the progress on the buds every time we pass, but finally today the sun and the blossoms coordinated for a perfect picnic lunch. The girls have already spent many happy hours here on dry-ish days playing in the bushes, collecting leaves and flowers, playing games that only small kids understand. I bring my knitting and get a bit done as they giggle and search for ladybugs. Today again, we spent probably close to two hours here, just puttering in this little patio.
I recently mentioned our special picnic spot to the teller at the credit union, and she was amazed that Lucy and Molly could spend so much time in such a small spot. I’m amazed that the girls agree to finally come home at all! The secret to such hours of happy play? Just let them be. I don’t come up with the games, or make suggestions of any kind except to remember not to scream because people are working inside the building. Just let the kids be and they do their thing.
Also on a spring note, we have two new chicks. At least one and maybe two of our hens are slowing down on their egg production. The plan has always been to enjoy the chickens’ eggs and then enjoy the meat when they’re done laying, so Bob is planning to do some butchering in the near future. We have never named the chickens, so they’re not pets. And the new chickies are so darn cute. The girls have been able to really watch and notice things daily about the chicks as we raise them indoors. It’s a fun observation opportunity.
The bigger one is an Australorp, the smaller one is a silver-laced Wyandotte. We got the Australorp a day ahead of the other, so she was alone for one day and night. I figured she was small enough I didn’t need to put any sort of lid or top on the her box that first night. Oops. In the morning, she was gone. For a variety of reasons, we have a variety of holes in a number of walls of the house, and Bob and I assumed the worst. But as we started talking about what to do, I heard the tiniest little peep. And then again. She had hopped herself onto the water jar, out of the box, and had sheltered herself between some jars of applesauce stored in a corner. Silly chickie! After a little warming up in my hands and then under the light, she was just fine. And once her roommate came that evening, her peeps changed from loud and rather anxious to soft and contented. She was just lonely.
They’re growing quickly, I don’t think we can keep using this Rubbermaid tote box much longer. I love how they join in the rhythm of the house, quieting down for the night and then peeping again in the morning when folks begin to rouse. Molly is adept at catching them, Lucy watches but won’t touch. It’s great to see all the wee things of the house together.
My favorite wee things:
Finally, happy birthday Molly! We had a family party early in the month right at her birthday, but a party for friends had to be postponed till this past weekend because of our outbreak of chickenpox! All is well, everyone is now immunized and pox-free.