It’s been pouring. Today we stepped outside to an orchestra of knotted buds unfurling, and mind-numbing, honey-thick, lilac in the air. We swooped small inchworms, bent and neon, hanging helplessly from the sky. And stepped carefully over storybook-mushrooms, threaded together like buttons in the rain. The kid’s feet found every puddle possible, and stood like two-legged-rabbits eating Greek oregano plucked straight from the ground. This time of year, it seems if you stop for even a moment, you can watch life pushing through the mud, scrambling anxiously towards blue light. Feel the earth hum. When we were outside, the day was good.