It's undeniably springtime in Texas today. The sky is impossibly blue, the trees are bursting with new buds, and the robins are chirping sweet music. And though our Sunday is shaping up to be a busy one, we're going to grab a slice of this gorgeous day and spend some time outside together.
That's just what a father and son do in Fishing in the Air, when they set off in the early morning for a day of fishing on the riverbank. The author, Sharon Creech, has an artful way of capturing the beauty and magic of these kinds of days.
We drove and drove along the road, until we came to a narrow lane. We bumped along, along, along the winding lane.
"Those trees," my father said, "don't they look like tall green soldiers standing at attention?"
And the trees which had been trees became, in an instant, tall green soldiers standing at attention.
We were going on a journey. To a secret place. We'd catch the air! We'd catch the breeze!
When we stopped, my father said, "Ah, what a sky! White white clouds and a golden sun and bubbles of breeze and birds singing their songs like little angels."
And the birds which had been birds became, in an instant, little angels singing their songs.
"I'd like to take those clouds, that sun, those bubbles of breeze, and those angel birds home with me," my father said. He took my hand and said, "I smell a river!"