On Saturday it snowed, fat wet flakes spinning madly through the air, whiteout on the country roads outside town, two and a half inches of slush on our lone daffodil.
Yesterday I got home and the girls were outside in shorts and tank tops, bouncing basketballs in the alley. S was barbecueing (barbecuing? barbequeing?) and we ate dinner outside on the new bright-colored plastic plates I bought just last week, anticipating eating outside--in a few months. We had chicken, shrimp, salad, corn on the cob, and watermelon for dessert.
I turned off the heat, because it was ridiculous to have the heat on and the doors and windows wide open (that's S for you).
Now we have three daffodils.
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