I'm not sure what happened to winter and spring but it is full on summer around these parts. The blossom as come and gone, the daffodils are chopped back, we're looking at strawberries in a couple of weeks. It's all very wrong and very lovely. Although the thought of August scares me slightly. We may have traded two months of not going outside because it's too cold for two months of panting in front of the AC.
St. Patricks Day was 85 (30 C) and sunny. Lyla was a passing-out-beads expert. Walking in a parade is so much more fun than watching from the sidelines!
And we're back to sundresses and smoothies at the Farmers Market on a Saturday morning. Life is good.
