Finally.
Everything is better in the spring. Feeding the chickens, walking the dog, going for a run…even waking up at 4:45 to go coach is less painful when you don’t have 4 inches of ice to scrape off the car. We have the windows open. It’s supposed to be 79 tomorrow.
Paul attempted a greenhouse this weekend, using scrap wood and an old, moldy shower curtain (yum). But the shower curtain didn’t quite fit, and after about 20 minutes the whole thing blew into the garage and broke. We’ll fix that this week.
HORRRRAAAYYYYY
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