It was warm yesterday and the kids lived it up to the hilt.
We’ve noticed the robins are back. A particular one (or two) have been jerk-stepping around out front, probably the same ones that built nests there last year, we’ve decided. So before lunch the kids went out and built some more nests, to help out our feathered friends.
After the kids had rest time, they went out to play. When I looked out the window I saw they had hauled the rocking chairs off the porch, found the lawn chairs, and then had arranged the seats in a semi-circle around the fire place. They kept talking about marshmallows; I kept explaining we didn’t have any.
And the next time I looked out the window? Swimming suits and sprinklers!
(I later learned they had snuck in the house to get their suits and then changed in the tool shed, preempting a potential maternal no.)
The Baby Nickel shucking clothes:
Hey! I shucked more than I intended!
Puuuull the undies baaaack up.
It’s hard work, taking pants off.
Maybe it’ll be easier if I sit down.
Free at last! Mama, I need my wimming woot.
A leafless, but clothing-adorned, poplar tree.
Folks, it’s March. You would think it was July, the way they were acting.
It all caught up with them then. They didn’t just use the towels to lay on—
they used them to wrap up in.
I guess the sprinkler cooled them off more than they anticipated.
Of course they had to sleep in the tent, too, it being a warm summer night, and all.
Spring is coming, it really is. I even got down on my hands and knees to bring you some evidence.
Summer will be here before you know it, and spring will arrive even sooner. In fact, longer summer evenings are just a day away. Hang in there.