And just like that, it's spring.
Thanks be to God.
We went out last week to feed the ducks (rather, the mammoth fish, since the ducks and geese were not impressed with our hardened bagels and bread heels), and to loll about and glory in the sunshine. And I, of course, took my camera.
And tried, unsuccessfully, to capture the fun of the day.
On second thought, maybe I did.
Because every self-respecting boy knows that March is made for escaping doors, walls, and mamas with their obnoxious cameras,
and running headlong into the freedom of spring.
Happy blooming, all.