february evening

It was such a lovely evening here at the Suburban Ranch. When I returned from teaching, The Prof was busy firing up the grill for some yummy rosemary-lemon salmon fillets, the children were noisily playing together outdoors and I lay on the floor watching Baby O try to conquer the basket of musical instruments. As The Prof went out to load the grill, he left the door open and let the gentle wintry breeze blow in the 70* air along with the sound of shouting and laughter and aroma of citrus and herbs. Firstborn and his dad played a little catch--baseball tryouts are next week--while the fish cooked and the baby cooed the wonder of maracas.

Dinner conversation was lively and diverse while the whirl of it all was eased by a crisp glass of white wine. Plans for landscaping and gardening were sketched on scraps of paper, presentations of British accents were offered, as well as detailed and dramatic tellings of the days doings. (Firstborn installed a doorknob all on his own today, don't you know?!)

After eating, the table was cleared, books were read and there was a great snuggle on the Big Bed with nighttime prayers and whispers and a hundred strokes of the hair. It was all so cozy and cuddly.

And that is it. There is no point or moral here, except to say it was a lovely Februrary evening, the kind of evening you hope every one remembers when they start the tale of "Back when..."