Today it's actually in the fifties--and blustery as a storybook March. Jules and I went for a longish walk this morning with our hair blowing wildly and delighted baby chortles coming from the front of the stroller. So of course, when we picked Abigail up later, the three of us took off again.
I love this time of year--it's so easy to be happy. I'm always so excited to plan out our summer, to delight in the idea of replanting the garden and trips to the orchards, to watch for the first tulips and daffodils (I planted masses last fall), and to dream about our new baby.
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That sounds almost magical. I wish, I wish, I wish...
Nope, still raining. :(
Thanks for sharing, I loved imagining you guys out in the warmish wind!
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