Letter to a Glorious Day

Dear Glorious Day,

I am thankful for you, and I just wanted to let you know.

Today as I finished mowing the front lawn, I took a minute to admire you and then had a conversation with myself:

I could enjoy the next hour of this most glorious day by mowing our very long backyard. OR I could spend the next hour of this most glorious day having a playdate with the sunshine.

So the decision was quite simple (though I do love the thoughtless, monotonous motions of mowing and the great sense of accomplishment that comes from looking at a freshly shorn lawn). So I dialed up the sunshine and told it not to go anywhere because I was cooking up a fun little afternoon of play.

Here's my recipe in case you want to share it with others:

A lot of bright in your clothing



If there's anything I've learned from my little friends like Lucy and Emma Anne, it's that playtimes are made for loud pinks and yellows and polka dots and stripes. So I put together my most little girl of outfits and headed out the door.

3 Hula Hoops



Hula hoops make the world go 'round. And they also make playdates extra fun. And you must always carry more than one so that you can have a blast trying to keep at least 3 hoops going around your waist & in case some strangers you meet become instant friends.

1 Playground



Because they are just plain perfect for fun



& learning the alphabet



& checking to see how much you've grown

Tons of space





for running or hooping or laughing so loudly that people turn to see who you're laughing with but you're not with anyone which makes you laugh harder because everyone else thinks you're crazy & really you don't care because you're wearing stripes and match the sunshine







An ice cream cone



because let's face it, what day can truly be called glorious without a bit o' ice cream?



I chose Trailer Trash and Butter Pecan from the east side's Pied Piper Creamery. Yummy.



Oh, Glorious Day! I adore you.

ciao.

Ciona

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

-E.E. Cummings