I know that seeds are supposed to sprout and all, but somehow I am still totally, entirely, unbelievably shocked when they do. Our Easter grass is growing! Talk about a lesson in faith.
Here is a precious remnant of morning play. I swaddled up the much beloved bla-bla doll, only to find him in this little make-shift cradle. I really don't mind that belt being out of commission for a while.
And the daffodils out front are blooming. Balmy and 75, I feel like putting on my spring colors, too.