It's spring. The ospreys have come back to claim their nest, and purple buds are trying to reveal themselves. I'm getting so very sick of the Steve Madden boots I've worn almost
everyday since Arlo has been born, and I'm itching for sandals and
cook-outs and Friday Night Farmer's Market. But instead, we got a snow day. We got a muddy snowman and a pathetic attempt at sledding.
We'll take the snow when we can get it, though I prefer it in the winter.
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