I once heard a mom say that she could tell it was spring when her good spoons started disappearing into the sandbox. And how true it is–the trees start budding and my little boys begin their backyard antics for the season. I’ll share some pictures of what is already underway.
A helicopter becomes a propellor:
A decorative ship’s steering wheel, dangling from a shoelace, becomes a handy place to hang badminton rackets (that may be the oddest sentence I’ve ever written):
The upper level of the fort becomes…well, I’m not sure what they had in mind, but evidently lawn chairs, orange cones and hocky pucks are part of the plan.
I love this time of year!
to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves