When the sun shines bright, all of Portland is pure magic. The rain has been so constant this spring. The daffodils and tulips are everywhere and the cherry blossoms are painfully beautiful but the sunshine is a tangible breath of tranquility.
When the clouds open and the spring wind is still, we run to the grass covered spaces. The boys peal off layers of boots, coats, sweaters, jeans, undershirts and socks. Until at last their little boy bodies basque in the sweet sunshine and drink in all its refreshing goodness and we all laugh with delight and what we have waited all winter for. Spring is pointing to summer.
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