Yesterday was gorgeous. It started off wicked cold with us bundled in sweatshirts and blankets at Em and Zee's final soccer games of the season, this wayward arctic wind tearing through the field.
But then an early afternoon sun emerged, and I spread a blanket beneath the trees, gathered helicopter pods with Em and Elle, convinced my boys to play hopscotch (Bee has a new-found respect for the difficulty of "girl games"), and floated frisbees across the front lawn.
Every few minutes, a rush of wind flooded our street, twisting the trees. Thousands of maple seed pods spiraled down in slow-motion, winking amber in the sunlight.
It's a beautiful life.
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