Of course, the three days of seventy degree weather were also a dead giveaway.
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Every summer, I complain about the heat. When winter arrives, I complain that everything is cold and gray and dead. Spring and fall, however, leave me no room for any gripes.
Today was the first day we’ve executed the new morning plan, the one where Mr. takes B to school while I head off to work. It was phenomenally weird to climb into my car, alone, and kiss the boys goodbye.
It was a lovely, overcast, slightly drippy morning. There was rain last night – B told me he heard it last night when he woke up, but didn’t hear it while he was asleep! – so everything was damp. In anticipation of this change in routine, I parked my car over by B’s school last night so that I could walk over that way with the boys and Miss Maya. On our walk, I realized for the first time that the trees are blooming! Spring is here! (How could I have missed this?) When I stopped to take pictures, B asked me if I missed spring, which I did. He told me everyone likes spring because “everything comes back.”
New, different, better than ever.