Funny, the first day of spring looked a lot like the last 93 days of winter. We got about 3 inches of snow on Saturday, which meant Gus and Bea wanted to build one more snowman, have one more snowball fight, and we dried one more round hats, gloves & boots on the heater vents.
Just the day before, we'd had the lid off the sandbox in the backyard and Bea was wearing sandals. Go figure.
Luckily, this last blast of winter is short-lived. The sun is out, the melting has started, and the weatherman is calling for highs in the 60's this week. Come on spring! (I just got a pedicure and my toes are begging to be on display in some flip-flops.)