I keep finding myself confused. Is this March or late May? Consistent days as lovely this are a rarity in this part of the country, especially so early in the season. We're taking full advantage of it -- long morning walks and late afternoon cul de sac bike riding and ball kicking. It does the spirit good.
Of course the pessimist in me can't stop thinking about what's next.
Next week: Frogs falling from the sky à la Magnolia.