Many people find the first warm days of spring to be an almost religious experience. We are surrounded by nature in the process of renewal, our skin is bathed in the warmth of the sun...it is as if we are flowers, poking our chilly heads out of the wintery soil to find that things have changed for the better.
Aizay thinks that's a diaper-load. Sitting on the crispy, still-dormant grass is like a trip to the mall--it seems like a good idea when you leave the house, but when you're actually there it proves to be somewhat unpleasant. He now sees he should have stayed home (where all surfaces are soft and fluffy, or smoothly man-made), and he expresses his regret by wimpering softly.
He did warm up to it after a while, but he never seemed quite comfortable with the whole grass thing. One way I know this: he did not attempt to put any leaves, sticks, or blades of grass into his mouth. If one of those things happened to adhere to his hand (and that would be through no fault of his, no, certainly not), he would look at his hand with mild horror.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Posted by Dave at 3/29/2005 10:10:00 AM