Soaking It Up

It has been a weird winter. Here in the San Francisco Bay Area we should have had lots of rain by now. But it’s been very dry. I wished for rainy days of guilt free knitting. You know what I mean. “It’s raining out I will stay in and do a cozy activity like knitting.” Any excuse to disguise how many hours I really want to spend with needles in hand.And then this week the clouds finally opened. We finally have an accumulation of moisture. I can almost hear the earth saying ahhh as it soaks up all the water. Rain is the topic on everyone’s lips. Folks talk about the inconvenience and yet how much we need it.My son is home from college this week on Spring Break. Before you feel sorry for him having a raining vacation know that all he really wants is to sleep in and hang out close to the kitchen where all his favorite food are being prepared by your truly. I show love with baked goods.Zach is our only son and so we are empty nest folk now even though I loathe saying that. I am not nearly old enough—or so it feels—to be in “that season” of life. This freshman year has been adjustment for me. The excitement and pride of sending him off gave way to quiet and melancholy. I missed him.So I am soaking up time with him home. I am feeling the ahhh of my son. He goes back to school in a few days. But I do not expect storm clouds to cast a shadow over my world; I think I’ll enjoy the spring coming. It has been good to touch base and to see him growing into such a cool young man. It gets easier to send him off when I know he is well and happy.