Spring is my favorite time around here, full of hope and sheer giddiness. We spend hours trimming trees and bushes, planting flowers and otherwise committing ourselves to landscaping our water bill can't handle. It's an innocent time, as each year, we clean up the patio and wonder why we don't spend more time out there in the summer--completely forgetting how miserable it is to stew outside in a Columbia August.
Ah, well...we enjoy it while we can, marveling anew at how just stepping outside instantly cures a child's cranky mood.
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