Spring in Western Oregon is rather idyllic.
Assuming you don’t mind days upon days of drizzle-mist-downpour-gloom (I don’t), you will be rewarded with weeks-nay! months!- of mild weather and blossoms everywhere.
And I actually feel that the rainy days makes the sunny days better?
Cleaner, and clearer, and “We can’t waste this weather- get outside!”…-er.
I was sitting on a bench at a park today.
Samuel was sleeping in the stroller (the only 15 minute nap he took this afternoon, but whatev.), and the boys were playing in the nearby wooded area.
Joseph kept wanting to go deeper, out of my sight, caught up in exploring and OFF OF THE COMPUTER!
Isaac was up a tree (we are postponing family photo retakes due to his recent tree-climbing escapades, and their effect on his cheeks/nose/forehead).
The forest smelled all warm and sweet, and the sun was shining on me and I was filled with the feeling that, in that moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Except for, you know, my bed.
ps, Isaac at the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington DC in 2011
This tree was right outside the White House.