my hope for spring’s eternal
April 5, 2013 1 Comment
I keep putting away my warm clothes with undue optimism, hoping we’ve seen the last of the cold, damp weather.
We have passed the vernal equinox — why am I still wearing a wool coat and scarf?
(Well, today was lovely, in fact, but yesterday was wintery, and I was having these thoughts yesterday.)
So Benjamin and I were tired of spending this nominal spring indoors. We put on our warm clothes and headed into the woods. It was windy and chilly, and I was feeling foolish, but by the time we got to the bend in the creek where Benjamin likes to look for interesting-looking rocks, the clouds had parted for a while, and we were able to sit in the sun by the "chatter and bubble," and I took out my Kindle and read to Benjamin from the The Wind in the Willows, which opens in spring, with Mole suddenly unable to remain indoors. He abandons his spring cleaning and heads up and out into an unfamiliar world:
My 6-year-old son, Benjamin, is asking when we will start to build robots together. A friend of mine is talking about starting a robotics club in the Charlottesville area, and I think Benjamin is now picturing us creating the autonomous bots and droids of science fiction. I’m trying to lower his expectations a bit, first by introducing him to programming through MIT’s wonderful 










This mouse will work, apparently.










