New beginnings

We moved on Friday.  Not far:  within the Co-op, just down the street into an airy, four bedroom house.  Sue now has her bright, open kitchen, with an apple tree outside the window.  The boys have larger rooms.  I'm writing from my new office, overlooking the students and traffic on King Edward.  After seven months of living shoulder to shoulder in a small, two bedroom townhouse, we can now each find our own space and a bit of privacy.  We hope to live here at least until the boys are well into university.  I suspect that we will come to see this move as the real start of our life as a family.

I also turned fifty on Friday.  I don't know, yet, how I feel about that milestone; I haven't had a quiet time to think about it.

And finally, the April showers have arrived.  The weather spared us on Friday, with just a faint sprinkle first thing in the morning, and then a warming day with sunshine in the afternoon.  We enjoyed two glorious, spring days over the weeked.  Sadly, instead of chasing geese and ducks around Bearbrook as I'd hoped, Sue and I spent the days inside, unpacking boxes.  Now, this morning, a steady drizzle falls, and the temperature should reach 14 degrees.  Is that a faint tint of green in the grass across the street?

Once the kinks have eased out of my muscles, and my knees have ceased to ache, I hope to sit back -- maybe out on the porch, with my guitar beside me -- and reflect in a more leisurely way on these new beginnings.