Spring has arrived in the crossroads of america. Which means alternating days of warm and cold, sun and rain.
Saturday was one of those lovely warm days. It started with helping Daddy now the lawn and wrapped up with bubbles.
Sunday dawned cold and wet. W waited impatiently for the sun to come out. The rain finally left about supper time and W was just desperate to go out. And we discovered the most important thing that spring brings. Mud.
And for me, flowers.