The Possibility of Spring?

-Dawson puddle jumping.-

The weather has been gorgeous. White frost hangs on the early morning trees only to vanish in the mid-noon sun. Spring is on the way. There are no buds yet, no new growth, the grass is still brown and there are still large piles of white snow BUT there are puddles. Large, monstrous puddles. The kind that beckon everything from kids to cars to twigs and fishing line.

-Discovery.-

As we wind down this week and try to leave out 'wedding brain' behind we've been finding other activities to take the place of the long gone planning. And, puddle jumping with Dawson was just what we needed.

-Soaking wet but still smiling.-