Spring?
I know, I see it, but notwithstanding the last two days, I sniffed the sweetness of the air and the smell of damp earth smell a little spring ...
Then suddenly lava bridge , water buckets, a broom, "rice straw", I swept, brushed, washed the decks, and tables and garden chairs. As if we were to dine there in the sun soon ...
And I saw that by scraping under the fallen leaves, dried, rotten through the winter, the tips pointed green crocus, hellebores preparing the their buttons. Besides primroses venture a few flowers in the corners of the garden, I saw a bunch of purple flowers away from the wall of the house ...
My fury of the household has been away a while chickadees in attending permanent fat balls installed in our plum ...
With Camille, who since she has seen and reviewed three times Three Men and a Cradle understood that happiness Baby playing is not fun for girls and rediscovers his old infants with enthusiasm, moving away for a time the mechanics, legos, games and other more "boy" (failed!) Santa Claus, with Camille so we decided to take the children to make them the air ....
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