We are on day four of the most beautiful weather up here in the Pacific Northwest. I'm talking bird-chirpping, sun shining, playing hookey-we can do school later kind of weather. (Not that I would do that, of course!)
It hasn't rained at all. And the colors, oh the colors. One of my children noticed at lunch that the grass looked really green. I'm still shell-shocked from desert dwelling at just how green it is here.
Today is the kind of day that when you breathe in deep you get this invigorating smell of chilly, wet pine. The kind of day when you feel spring is hiding just around the corner; that we can make it. The kind of day that gives you hope in things good and alive.
Can you tell we've had a long winter?