Call It What You Want...

The temperatures have (for the second day this year) reached 70. I have a hint of sunburn. It must be spring.

We've got a lot to cover, now that it's spring. We'd like to address the rotting landscaping timbers that form the borders around all the plantings in our new yard. While we're at that, does anyone want some money plant? We seem to have an over-abundance of that. The previous owner seemed to have a preference for it. (Can you say "old lady" with me?) There are scads of daffodils to make up for it, but they need divided once they're done blooming. We've got some trees to trim, some new stuff to plant, a garage to clean.

But more than all those tasks, we have this super weather to enjoy. We have a baby to watch as he discovers things he likes, like touching grass, and the things he doesn't like as much, like wind. Mark can sit in the front yard just watching cars drive by, hands in the grass, enjoying himself. He loves watching what's going on in the neighborhood as people jog by, walk dogs, and drive by. He listens to the birds -- though he hasn't seen them in the trees -- and giggles and smiles at all the excitement.

I guess the chores can wait; there's a baby waiting to go out and play.