Spring Haiku IV

Heavy dull grey skies,
cold wind, drops of icy rain —
still the leaves unfurl!

Two more haikus

Knitting while I walk
A certain smell, bright sunshine
This is more like it!

White disc hides in trees

Ball of fire rises behind

Frost coats the dead grass

Spring Haiku III

Tired of wearing pants,
of boots and scarves and mittens.
When, oh when, is spring?

Vintage summer picture

For a contest I'm entering, I needed to find a "Vintage summer picture". I looked and looked online, but nothing struck just the right chord for me. And then I thought:

What's more vintage that our own childhood?

I must be about two in the picture above, Lou's only a year or so. We were at "The Cottage" on the shores of Green Bay. I still remember those rides in the wheelbarrow, every summer, with my grandpa or my dad pushing us. Golden sunshine and children's laughter.