Who'd of Thought We'd have Warm Days, in March, in the U.P.

Spring is here. Outdoor adventures ensue. Nap time returns. Painting continues. Oh, how much I missed you warm, sunny days.

Playing basketball, cleaning leaves out of the flower beds, running bases in the field down the hill.

Picking up acorns and pinecones, blowing bubbles, kicking a ball around.

Cleaning up poo in the yard, checking the new flower growth, cleaning off muddy shoes.

This is what a spring day should be about, maybe minus the poo thing.

Today is going to be another 50 degree gift, tomorrow, well, unlikely. More fun to be had and hopefully more painting to be done.