Spring peepers were singing in the pond last night, rushing the season. Earlier in the day, Barley and I relaxed for a few minutes under an impossibly blue sky. With sun-warmed hair and faces, we lingered, soaking in every little milligram of vitamin D possible.
A gust of wind swirled around the house, carrying with it an unexpected virus, spring fever, 49 days early. We'll take it.
By way of contrast, if you'd like to see a year ago, click here.