Sunday, April 26, 2009
Who Loves the Sun?
My sister and I were just discussing how much my Grandma Eva would have liked Hedgehog. Grandma was a lady of the old school, the Get Out in the Sunshine or You'll Wither Away like a Pale Talmudic Scholar school. Childhood was for running about, feyly, in the great outdoors whenever the weather permitted. A clement day without a romp in it, no matter how forced, was somehow debauched; a child indoors with her nose in a book, unprincipled...we were, needless to say, a bit of a disappointment in this regard. Hedgehog, not. She's a girl who likes, loves, needs to be outside running races with her friends.
I admit I am still prone to my earlier tendency of retiring, make that fleeing, from the guilt-inducing lovely sunshine...which is why yesterday found me in blazing sun, playing baseball in the park with a gaggle of friends older and young. And why today you'll find me in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens with Hedgehog and our friends, admiring the mother-f-ing cherry blossoms, picknicking, and soaking up salubrious Vitamin D.
I'd rather be indoors knitting and writing, much much much rather, but instead I shall honor Grandma Eva and Hedgehog, and get my ass out there with the energetic masses...and I'll try hard to enjoy it!
I'm not guaranteeing any result, but I'll try.
Sakura at the BBG by MacRonin47 from Flickr Creative Commons