Cabin fever, baby. I'm so ready for it to be warm enough to plant and ride bikes and eat outside. But it's only the first third of March. We could still get feet, feet!, of snow. So we're just trying to make the most of the mind days we've had. My hands and arms are all scratched up from climbing the apple tree and wrestling the unruly lilac tree and our boots are caked in mud.
So serious...
Okay, done with this mess
We're off to find an adventure! Or the neighbours cat, which ever comes first...
