Seeing that some of our friends in the Midwest have gotten five feet of snow this winter, I will try to keep my complaints about this *unusual winter*–as everyone assures me here in Maine–to myself. That doesn’t mean I’m going to sit idly, though. Through gritted teeth, Tig and I said, It’s going to be spring gosh darnit.
This weekend, Tig kickstarted our seedlings with the help of the kiddos. We read some Spring Equinox books like A New Beginning and some belated leprechaun stories. Because it’s spring. Really, it is.