Last night, just before bed, F told me she hoped it wouldn’t be raining in the morning, but… she also hoped that there would be plenty of puddles leftover for stomping. This morning the streets were damp but the skies were clear, and so we headed out to watch the garden as it starts to wake up from its winter nap. The skies are gray today, but we caught a few glimpses of the sun through the clouds. It’s warm and damp and feels like March – the gentle March, not the blustery one. I’ll take it.
I want to be in the garden!!!!
a veritable symphony of color and life. yay spring.