I know full well that there are people in America, and even friends and family of mine who have braved far worse than the cold rain I'm about to complain about. I've kept all my friends and family in Tennessee in my thoughts this week.
But yuck! What a week of nasty, cold, wet weather we've had. Every time the barometric pressure changes significantly, I come down with migraine headaches. The Little was starting to go stir crazy being cooped up inside more than he wanted. When I woke up this morning, there didn't appear to be much hope for the day - it was cold, windy, and wet.
I looked outside and heard the birds chirping merrily. I cautiously opened the backdoor expecting a blast of cold air. I was greeted instead with sunshine and warmth. Warm enough to put us in t-shirts and shorts and fill up the water table with bubble solution:
And it's pretty clear from the photos that the clothes didn't stay on very long. (It should be noted I was fully clothed the entire time. Our 6 foot neighborhood fences don't lend themselves to adult nude sunbathing.)
The Little brought out the big juicy strawberries we found at the local grocery store this week:
And mama decided to make strawberry shortcake with real whip cream for the family:
We explored our grass and found a gnome forest growing right under our noses:
And we checked on the status of our early spring garden. The sugar peas are coming along nicely:
Living it up in the backyard,