Spring is here, being her fickle self. The trees are full of blossoms and tiny leafs, we have glorious days of sunshine, followed by cloudy, windy weather that has us bundling up in sweaters and scurrying to cover newly planted vegetables in the garden.
I know that summer, the sweet sister of spring, is soon on her way. Watermelon and lemonade. Sundresses and evenings on the porch swing, counting down the days until our sweet baby arrives.