Wednesday 28 March 2012

All Signs Point to Spring






How could a day serenaded by robins twirling songs and little boys happily digging in mud not be a precious day? 

(I promised the boys that when all the snow had melted I would bring out their summer clothes.  I guess that just wasn't soon enough!)

I wish I could bottle days like this, for those dark gloomy days of winter when all that is needed is the smell of life.

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