I love Sunday afternoons. After church, we usually stop at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, where share a huge bowl of the most scrumptious pho, and then head home and enjoy a lazy afternoon. This past Sunday, we walked down to the meadow by our house. It’s one of my favorite places to go. There’s a little convergence of streams down there, remnants of old miner’s houses, and a pond with a perfectly terrifying and delightful rope swing over it. Reed braided wildflowers into my hair, and we swung and talked and enjoyed the lightness of spring.