The two of us awoke in the middle of the night by a car alarm. Not ours, luckily, but it sure sounded like it was right outside the window. Having been startled awake, I found myself bathed in sweat, suddenly too hot to go back to sleep. It was the first night where flannel sheets felt like too much.

I decided that mean it was time to put up the hammock.

The hammock was a Christmas gift, although it had been sitting in my studio still wrapped in its carrying case ever since. But now the weather was warm and the grass was green and the neighborhood was filled with the dulcet spring sounds of… Well, of the neighbors drilling through cement, but hey- green grass amiright?

It’s actually been a long time since I’ve laid on the grass. Or walked barefoot on the grass. Or had pretty much anything to do with grass. Having the backyard look so green and growing speaks to something in my Midwestern roots. I’m a little bit embarrassed just how much time I, a grown ass woman, spent laying on my back in the backyard making grass angels. I also saw a ladybug- a real one, not one of the orange, stinking invasive ones. And a bluebird- well, a blue jay: a California scrub jay to be precise. Handsome fella.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on March 31, 2018.

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