And with a huge sigh of relief I can finally say it: spring! Spring spring spring!!!!!!
From now on we will be spending all day everyday outside.
From now on we won’t have to make kindling because we won’t have to light the wood stove.
From now on we will cook in the purple Wagen.
From now on we will eat outside.
All dresses all the time! Vitamin D! Sunglasses! In the moment of spring, our living space increases twenty fold. Welcome to mansion season.
But spring has snubbed me once already. On March 8th I said its name out loud, and after one glorious t-shirted afternoon of sunshine, it slipped back into the shadows without a trace. Does spring really mean it this time? Will it abandon me once more?
Has spring hit you yet?