One Day When The Weather Is Warm

In the middle of an otherwise typical March, a 70° day fell upon us on St. Patrick's Day, bringing a glimmer of hope that this long winter might actually end. Grandma Glenda provided some bubble machines, and the boys spent the early evening in the park overlooking the lake.

I'm reluctant to call them guns...

Caleb on the offense.

Always a Ham Samwich.

Our little Hessian Soldier.

One day when the weather is warm / I'll wake up on a hill

 and hold the morning / like it was a plow.

 And cut myself a road / and follow it until 

I know better, by God / than I know now.

(Joe Henry, off Kindness of the World)

Winter returned the next day, like a hangover to the holiday's revelers, and we duck back in the gopher hole to wait on summer.  The Gaelic word "sgriob" describes the shiver of anticipation felt in the upper lip before sipping whiskey.  There should be similar words for blossoming trees, ripe tomatoes, and severe clear skies.