Signs of Spring.
We played outside today for over TWO HOURS! It was fantastic. And perhaps “played” is a relative term for me. I didn’t really play. The kids did. I raked the grass back from it’s heavily snow-matted condition. And I only did a couple sections of the yard, because it’s not fun. But it did make those sections of the yard so much prettier.
Tara and Tim played. We happen to live on a down hill part of the street. So, if you head one house to the south, you can ride your bike four houses north and never pedal because of the awesome speed provided by the hill. It’s a great source of entertainment.
Tara’s new bike came outside for it’s maiden voyage. All was well, and it has a new home in the garage (considerably better than the dining room where it has dwelt since Christmas). Tim talked me into hauling his ride-on yellow dump truck out of the shed. And fun was had by all.
Other than giggling at Tara and Tim, my greatest joy was this discovery:
A whole day of signs of Spring.
Your snow has melted???? I envy you. We still have mountains of snow, and now our ditches are filling with water.
On the up-side of things, Joanna did go out into the water today. She found a big nightcrawler in the ditch. Yes, the signs of spring are here.
I love the tiny tips of daffodils.
So when they get to the bottom of the hill, do they pedal back up or walk & haul? (Having to pedal back up would be a dealbreaker for some.)
Dang…I don’t have any signs of Spring at my house. No little kids anymore delighting in playing outside, no beautiful flowers beginning to poke thru the earth, wait…I did have bird poop on my new car this morning.
heh, heh, hill in eastern nebraska… heh, heh