See the the white stuff still in the backyard? This is the way we do it in Maine. There might be snow on the ground, but I was not the only one in the garden center this morning.
It seems easier to wake up early. The sun shines on us in a different way. I feel like I have been born again.
The screen door slammed a lot today. Music to my ears. The huge puddle in the front yard got a lot of action. I don't mind the extra laundry. We listened to the peepers tonight, with sun burned cheeks. Ah, we will sleep well.