We went out in our shirt sleeves this past week. I believe this was Tuesday or maybe Wednesday morning. But I have had so many things to blog about that I just have not gotten around to posting these. But as is the case with springtime, the way things look outside changes so rapidly that if I wait until Monday to put these pictures up, things will have changed so much they will no longer be relevant. It was not exactly a sunny day, but it was just warm enough day that I got to hang out my first laundry of the season. Just some sheets and stuff; jeans or diapers wouldn't have dried on a day like that, but it so nice to get the linens out in the real air instead of drying them draped over chairs near the stove in the basement. Anyhow, I lured the Little Dude outside with me with the promise that he would not have to wear a coat. And with the Baby down for a nap we decided to venture just outside the little fenced in area by the door. After all there were pine cones to pick up.
And the Little Dude noticed that they made his hands sticky. "What does that smell like?" he asked me. I told him it was pine sap, but he could also call it pitch. And that it smelled like Christmas. And there, under the trees, was the same sweet surprise we get every spring...
...snowdrops. They push their way up from the forest floor without anybody's say so. They are not big, or very showy, but they always make me so happy because now I know that spring is on the way. The perfect size to be picked by little hands.
And with our rocks and pinecones we went back up to the house...
... our sticky hands full of snowdrops and our hearts lightened with the joy that only Canadians can feel when they are warmed by the prospect of no longer having to put on coats.
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