Small boy is terribly confused by the weather. One day he's out on his bike, the next…dig, dig, dig. Mommy, why does it have to snow all the time?
Our little garden this week:
The crocuses are blooming, the rhubarb is showing its first ripply red leaves, the squirrels are digging up the tulips. The robins are back. Small boy is delighted with each discovery.
This, my friends, is hope.