The Early Bird Gets...

...killed. Case in point:

This morning, on the way to church, these were beautiful, daffodils...in full bloom. Now, after 7 continuous hours of snow, this is what I'm left with. I love it when my daffodils bloom; it means I've almost survived the winter and it is almost time for spring (which just happens to be my favorite season). But, if it has to snow, there are three positives to the day: (1) school has already been cancelled for tomorrow, (2) DH is calling out tonight so he doesn't have to go to work and can be home to enjoy the fun with us, and (3) it's perfect snow capable of making snowballs and snowmen. And riding four-wheelers: OK...now go up and look at the 4-wheeler picture.

Spring has Sprung

Not according to the calendar, of course, but according to my daffodils. Yes, you read that right...I have a daffodil blooming in my front yard. If I were multi-talented, I would take a picture of it and show it to you just to prove it. But since I'm technologically challenged (actually, I think I'm a hopeless case!), you will have to picture it in your mind.

Spring is my favorite season of the year. I love the way God makes all things new in the spring. I love the way we usually have birds build nests near our house so we can watch. I love the way the days get longer and the nights get shorter. I like the way I can sit on my front porch and drink sweet tea and watch the girls play...and not swealter in the heat and humidity. I love the smell of fresh cut grass at the beginning of the season.

And if my daffodils are blooming, can my azaleas and iris' be far behind?

Winter Wonderland

I know now why I live in the south. No snow. And when it does snow, the whole city stops to watch in amazement the small while flakes falling from the sky. Growing up in West Virginia, I have had my fair share of sled rides and snow days. Living in Georgia, we haven't been out of school for a school day for three years.

Had today been a school day as opposed to a Saturday, that would have changed. Oldest Child and Youngest Child have been outside since 1:30 playing. It would be a little different if there were actually, hmmm, snow on the ground...but it's melting as soon as it hits the ground. So basically, I am up for the Mother of the Year award because I am letting my children playing outside in the cold and mud. Guess I'd better clear a place on my mantle for the trophy...and then get the girls inside to warm up so I can send them out again!