Midwest blooms decorate the sky with soft pinks, dreamy whites, and whispering lilacs. Down below, the grass quite literally glows green, and delicate petals scatter the walkways. Ya’ll, I didn’t intend to rhapsodize about Minneapolis spring, but it looks like that’s what’s happening here.
Sunlight is streaming in my kitchen as I type and sip, and I’m reminded of a quote by Ernest Hemmingway: “And when the spring came, the only trouble was deciding where to be the happiest.”
It doesn’t take much to make me happy: sunlight, hot tea, a family to love, and a dog to chase. The basics are enough, but when you add the goodness of spring, well, I’m like a high school gal with a crush that won’t quit.
On warm spring days, I wanna take you to the front porch and sip sweet tea til the sun turns pink and fades to blue. You and me? We’ve got nothing to do but be thankful for this day.
So blooms and love and sit and stay. That’s all good and well, of course, but I intended to chat with y’all about roots. Quite the opposite of how I started this conversation, yes? Forgive me, but ya never know what my fingers will do when they get to dancin’ on the keys.
Let’s talk about roots and seeds. Phew: I made it to my destined topic.
I begin with a confession: I dance with my son each morning after after I wake, feed, and change him. The wake-feed-change routine pattern feels routine, but dancing together is the best part of every morning. Added bonus? A chubby little babe never steps on your toes.
We danced around the living room yesterday, and a song about ,”planting roots and apple trees” came across my Pandora. I thought about the words as we swayed, and suddenly this this apartment-lovin’ girl craved a home.
For perhaps the first time, I wanted a permanent place to fill with family, memories, and strawberry muffins (we pass on donuts, waffles and pancakes in this apt. so we can fill up on that strawberry goodness).
Visions of neighbors and yards and basements danced in my head as I bobbed with my boy. What will be the first address I teach him, and where will we study for his American History test? I’m not sure yet, but I’m searching for Zillow for ideas and watching HGTV (hello Jillian Harris!) for design inspiration.
So blooms for now (enjoying the spring) and roots for later (dreaming of the home) and a happy weekend to you all <3