Sunday was such a beautiful day in our neck of the woods. Sunny and well above freezing.
The Husband was on a mission. He wanted to put away the snowblower and get out the lawnmower. He was cleaning, polishing and generally tinkering to make sure everything was ship-shape for storage and seasonal usage. He's anal that way. It's one of the many reasons I love him.
First thing on the To Do List was to break out the BBQ. A true sign of Spring! We were excited. Big plans for BBQing that day. Foot long all-beef hot dogs for lunch. Then the biggest steaks I've ever seen for dinner.
We head out to the shed to release the BBQ from its winter prison, parole papers in our hands. The Husband points at a few stubborn flowers that have pushed their way through the soil beside the shed door. "Your flowers are coming through. You should go get your camera."
Good thinking. So I did:
Brave little things, aren't they? Or maybe stupid should be the word, since they're forecasting freezing rain and snow.
*sigh* Maybe we shouldn't have put the snowblower away. At least we still have snow tires on the car.