feeding ducks in the snow...

We've had weeks of snow and cold. And snow and cold. And snow and cold... 

So today, when it hit forty five degrees outside it felt practically tropical. I felt like celebrating. Frolicking? Running? Jumping? Skipping? Anything! As long as it was outside. (The cabin fever has been especially intense this year.)

But the kids were still cold. (After walking home from school, Robs curled up on the couch with a book and asked for a blanket.) 

But after a tiny bit of convincing, Robs and Mems agreed to come celebrate with me. (And after they got used to it, forty degrees felt tropical to them too.) Adventuring with the pirates individually (or with only a couple of them, like this afternoon) is so fun! 

I'm so grateful for this warmer weather, even if it doesn't last for all that long. If we could only have them every couple of days for the next six weeks...