We've had our blizzard-like snow.
We've played in it.
We've dug our cars out of it.
Time for spring now, right?
For two days we have been able to forget about the two months of winter hibernation on the horizon.
It has been a glorious 60 degrees.
With a wind chill of fantastically lovely.
(I'm guessing only my readers above the Mason-Dixon line and this side of the pond understand what that last sentence means.)
We've been outside in short-sleeves, ya'll!
Giant worked on his tennis swing.
Star and Turken have been getting in a whole mess of football.
A lot of snow has melted in the warm weather, which has left lots of mud.
Little boy filthy knees make me so happy.
(As do little boys trying their best to pose for a photo of their own creation.)
The weather and the boys playing in it made me so happy and full of energy, I actually began cleaning out the chicken coop.
Four very full wheelbarrow loads of chicken coop bedding is now nicely raked over the garden.
Spreading chicken compost really makes us yearn for spring and fresh fruit and veggies.
So of course we pulled out the waist-high stack of gardening catalogues that have been mailed to us in the last two weeks.
Green beans, tomatoes, peppers, strawberries, garlic, potatoes, onions, lettuce, and spinach.
We know that this bit of warm weather won't last. We will wake up on Monday to 15 degree frigidness.
But until then, we are going to enjoy the reprieve.
In a most unbecoming way.
And yes, that spot on his forehead is the same tattoo he received two days after Christmas. They're taking a touch long to go away.
Have a lovely day!