But today is not a day for picnics. The new grass pokes out from the snow. My Pompie used to say that it always snows once on the robin’s back. That’s what I am told. I don’t remember.
It is oatmeal for breakfast, still (often followed by eggs). Reed out-eats me every morning. This morning he has my phone beside him to listen to a Harry Potter audiobook while he eats. He is always listening to something. And Helen is wearing an over-sized dish towel on her back. A super-hero. She has a scrape on her nose from falling on the sidewalk. It kind of suits her.