I swept the leaf fall and sticks off the trampoline today. I found algae growing in the seams at the edges. I tested those places; they seemed alright. The springs have rust, but that usually means little.
I took a tether hook and twisted it into the ground to hold Wookie. I arranged music and settled my other stuff. Wookie liked being out.
I was tentative about jumping, mostly walked around that air walk way one does on trampolines when not using one in ages.
After only three or four songs, I was done. My knees did not appreciate ny choice of any.
I cannot rock it like I once did. Being out was different. I will have to adjust.
The Spring is a languorous dream stretching from Winter to Summer. It will have one believe it is destined to stay, but one learns seasons are fickle. A sweatshirt for morning, a tank top for afternoon. Relief tied to the phases of the moon. Long walks in.dusky dark holding hands with someone who cares. Dreams made real if not come true.
I wish the best of all things for you.
I am making this short, I had to take out my contacts and my glasses are a bit outdated.
I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 