dad looking as happy as a clam
the soft maples are budding
max liked the swing by the creek "careful buddy, there's a bear behind you!"
"too far, kensi! turn around!"
"ok! i'm coming...!"
How did it get to be Thursday already?
Scratch that...How did it get to be the middle of March already?! Sapping season came and went faster then you could say "waffles!" Dad called Saturday to say he was tapping trees and would be cooking Sunday, but I was coming down off a two-day migraine and wasn't sure I wanted to take the trip up there. But, by Sunday, a quiet day in the woods felt like just the ticket. See the rest of the shots here if you like.
This week, we are seeing temps in the 70ºs in southern Wisconsin. We slept with all the windows open last night! It's bonkers! I can't rake all of winter's refuse off my crocus, tulips and daffodils fast enough. And not to be a Debbie Downer but we just got five inches of snow ten days ago, so who says that crap is done with?
Meanwhile, the pugs are sitting by the windows, panting. Already too hot for those little, black turds.