We stepped outside after nap, attempting to spot the birds we heard chirping once the sound machine went quiet. Watching her face I see her look on in such pleasure as a bird shakes it's feathers and hops about on the brown guttering that lines our home, her own feathery yellow hair fluttering in the breeze - still a bit sticky with sweat from napping in the warmth of the afternoon - the warmth - the very thing we have been waiting for. It's not yet stifling, just enough to leave our cheeks flushed and to keep sandals on my feet. Enough to put seed into soil and to not fret through the night about the safety of seedlings were the temperatures to dip, for they are done dipping, at least to that extreme. We are enjoying this time - our kind of weather. Our backyard oasis is coming along, our plot of Earth being minimal, but something we are thankful for and making the most of, a place we can all feel free to explore and relax and where this mom can sit back for a moment and put anxieties to rest while my daughter happily plays...oh so very happily. A large garden for food and play, a smaller one for my flowers, a long raised bed full of strawberries, cucumbers and squash, a bit of room for swinging and sitting and hopefully even a small area of grass if we can convince our eldest canine that digging isn't all it's cracked up to be - she's not convinced. There's a water table and an eating table, pots and planters and a little of this and that and just when we think we have maxed out on what we can do back there we think up a little something more. We won't stay forever but while we are here we will live.