Is there anything better than a sunny day around 60 degrees, an old pair of jeans, and a trowel? I think not. The only thing that could possibly improve it is if a friend announced that she would make and bring you dinner. (I happily stayed outside even longer.)
I really and truly loved this past winter. There were so many special days with my four little loves, discovering magical worlds in our snow-covered woods, sipping hot cocoa on sub-zero days, reading Narnia in the winter afternoon sun… I didn’t want it to end. Maybe I’m God’s favorite kid, because it honestly seemed like it was never going to end.
Today, soaking in warm sun rays, listening to swallows make their annual nest in our birdhouse, smelling dirt and grass and the spicy scent of beebalm sprouts — I remembered how much there is to love in this season, too.
What’s this? Oh, you know, just my big boy shielding his eyes from the sun. Who knew that would be such a wonderful sight?