Today, for the first time in 2009, I took my coffee out onto the back deck . . . and I drank it there.
This is an important distinction.
Because it isn't the first time this year that I've attempted to drink my coffee on the deck. No, that day occurred two weeks ago. And how well I remember it. Lured by the brilliant sunshine pouring through the windows and encouraged by the softly chirping birds, I eagerly stepped outside, mug in hand. Two minutes later, I stepped back inside, mug still full of coffee, likely mere seconds before a layer of ice had begun to form on its sweet, creamy surface.
The deceptive cruelty of March left me feeling understandably cautious. But today, all is forgiven. Today, that unfortunate memory is disappearing faster than the ice and snow in my backyard. Warm sunshine . . . gentle breezes . . . the promise of double-digit temperatures. Reclining in a deck chair, feet up, face turned toward the sun, I sip my coffee, contemplate dusting off the grill, and anticipate the return of the spiders to my garden. They should be back any day now.
And much like the spiders, I too can now return to my backyard and deck, which double as my workshop (at least during the months that they're not buried under snow drifts). And the first outdoor project? The removal of last fall's accidentally splattered spray paint from the side of my house before any family members notice it. Luckily for me, they're not an exceptionally observant group.
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