We woke up Saturday morning to a badly needed pre-spring day. The newspaper boasted the temperature would hit 60.
Late morning found our basset Miles stretched out on the still-brown grass in our backyard, soaking in the sun, sniffing scents on the wind, looking as though nothing short of a dropped filet mignon would uproot him.
I cleared the monster pile of leaves that had accumulated on our patio, dragged a lounge chair from the garage and lay for as long as I could watching the swirling breeze toss the tops of the trees that border the yard.
Clay? He circled the yard in his hop, skip and run mode, bursting in and out of the house and the open garage in a continuous loop, squealing, clapping and moving near the speed of light. Smiling the whole time. Stopping occasionally to give our aging swingset a workout, at one point nearly completing a 360 degree loop with the swing.
Each of us enjoying a rare, warm early March day in our own way.
Life With Clay 
#1 by The Domestic Goddess on March 6, 2011 - 11:47 am
My guy was out all day, between the swings and the trampoline. It was lovely. Wish there was more of it today! rain is our nemesis.
#2 by Kathy Perry on March 6, 2011 - 4:04 pm
It truly is rejuvenating, isn’t it? And it always seems to come just at the time we really, really need it! Enjoy its sweetness!
#3 by autismmommytherapist on March 7, 2011 - 11:27 am
I love spring too, now if I could only conquer my son’s allergies…
#4 by Larry Blumenthal on March 7, 2011 - 11:45 am
We hear you. It rained here all day on Sunday, and Clay was miserable. By the end of the day, his voice was actually hoarse from so much crying. When we asked what was wrong, he typed “the environment.” His spring allergies are a killer.
#5 by paula on March 19, 2011 - 6:50 pm
Dear Mr Blumenthal,
i bumped into an article you wrote for the Philly something (sorry, it was a total fluke, dont even know the name of website) and i was so happy to see your approach to your son and his autism that i am taking the rare liberty to write and leave my humble note of appreciation and praise. Your son is lucky to have a father and mother that can laugh at/with him, rather than spend days making his condition look somber. in this world of sickening political correctness, laughter is becoming almost a sin. all the best to you three, and may you have many happy moments
p
#6 by Larry Blumenthal on March 20, 2011 - 11:01 am
Thanks for your kind thoughts, Paula. The article was in the Philadelphia Inquirer, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. All the best.
Larry