Springtime in Music City

One of my favorite things about our house is the giant maple tree in our front yard. Like a sentry standing guard over us, it marks the change of the seasons every year. In the fall, its leaves are beautiful and when they drop, we host our annual Leaf Party. In the winter, it looks naked and forlorn in the cold. In the spring, its leaves burst forth in a wave of bright green. In the summer, its leaves start to turn brown in the heat, but it provides shade for our front yard and front porch.

This afternoon, after John Patrick woke up from his nap, I took him for a walk in the neighborhood. It was unseasonably warm, so when we returned to the house, I spread a blanket under the tree. In the last week, the leaves on the tree have sprung to life, so John Patrick and I had plenty of shade from the late afternoon sun. Jude woke up from her nap and came outside with us to enjoy a lazy Sunday afternoon.