The Wilds
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The wind was up already before seven.
Gusts predicted up to 50 mph.
And temps had been upgraded to 74.
Also, a Fire Weather Warning had been issued for the city.
Puck threw open the front door at 11:30 to the crazy tangle of winds…
“It’s just a soft breeze out here!” he exclaimed in delight as the wind smashed wildly in sunshine against the house.
He ran outside in the gale, waving to a baby in a stroller as he passed by.
Collette and Puck enjoyed lunch on the porch in the blasting winds. Puck chased after fallen branches, which dropped repeatedly throughout their luncheon hour. Dried leaves clung, pinned, to one of their smaller counterparts. Puck picked it up with an embarrassed grin, brandishing it towards Collette…
“A flower for you, my lady.”
Then he ran after a bright blue tub tumbling down the street from the neighbor’s yard and returned it two houses down to a sheltered side away from the wind.
Quiet Hour led off with Puck shouting from his room against the wind…
“Hey, Mama! Want to hear the song I made up?”
“Sure!”
“Swing into action! Swing into action! Swing into action! Here we come!, Oh wait, wait. I have to say it in a cool voice…”
Before dinner, Collette mixed up the batch of vanilla for the ice cream maker.
Puck painted a cardboard box with meticulous pains to be certain the colors were right and that the brushes were working properly. He ran to his room to retrieve a pair of knit gloves before enjoying a small cup of the ice cream.
He was in that phase of life where nothing was safe from his curious imagination.
A penny wedged into Collette’s childhood music box – he thought it was a bank.
The box of OLeif’s Wheat Thins ended up in the dishpan.
A cup of melted ice cream dropped all over the floor…
Collette dumped him in the tub to slosh around safely where he happily composed bubble beards until after four o’clock.
OLeif rustled up the drive to enjoy some Puck Time before seven o’clock arrived. He toted in a 12-pack of Reeses peanut butter cups to add to the ice cream.
The wind whistled apparitioningly through the dark blue light of the West.
Magnus arrived shortly after the seven-mark to prepare with OLeif a slideshow of his upcoming gallery selections for the spring.
By nine, the windows were still opened to the cool night.