Another beautiful Michigan summer day in Spring. Unseasonably warm at 77 degrees and sunny. My happy yellow daffodils are trumpeting spring's arrival with all their hearts in the flowerbeds. Today we abandoned our books for the park.

The wind blew last year's leaves skittering, paper thin and brown, along paths and over ground just beginning to green. The four children climbed an inviting tree, rejoicing over footholds and handholds and what they could see from the heights. Even Mama looked tiny. Finally, in their red-cheeked exhaustion, they came to stand under the tree. But it had no leaves to shade them. Even its buds were still closed up tight. We walked through the woods and along the creek bed, searching out signs of spring other than the sun warming our heads. We spied racing water spiders and the green glow of algae on still creek waters. Three friendly dogs greeted us while their owner clung to their leashes.

We headed back to 9our waiting water bottles and the drive home with windows down and radio cranked to the sound of an audio story. This time --Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh. It was a beautiful day.