I rounded the neighborhood on the undulating path behind the daycare and suddenly the air was full of tiny white floating fluffbits. It almost looked like snow! They were all drifting sideways, a constant wave of them on the air, and as I came around the corner I realized that they were the fluffsplosions of blooming pussywillows. Yesterday it rained until early evening and the slugs and snails were out in full force, today, since it had dried up, they weren't much in existence. I saw green caterpillers humping along the road and a stone wall completely covered with a green net polkadotted with tiny, tiny violets.
I had to get up just now and go get me one o' them grape/apple popsicles to see if they were any good. O! Are they ever! I will have to fight the kids for them now. I shall make them all summer long.
I made them with Tupperware popsicle holders...how they take me back to my own childhood! I can't simply suck on a popsicle. I start out with the best of intentions, thinking this time I'll make it last, but after only a couple of licks I'm crunching into it, taking big, purple, brain-freezing bites, stopping only now and then to suck the juice out of the ice until it turns white and then crunching another bite. Crunch, crunch crunch! They are so cold and so good! I am having another, and my tongue is probably purple.
Photo by Anders Ek