...to embrace the fact that we're having an early spring. Last week, we hit the low 70s one day, and had a couple of days in the high 60s. This week coming up, they're predicting 3 days in the 70s. It's only the first week of March, people. In Chicago.
Ok, truthfully, I LOVED the day we had in the 70s last week, sun and all. Like I said in the post I wrote about it, I opened my sunroof wide, and soaked it all up. I could probably deal with that weather 300 days a year. I still need my couple of months of winter and snow, guys.
Stud is on spring break next week. I'm REALLY tempted to take a few days off to hang out with him. If they just happen to be days that are in the 70s, I guess I'll just have to suck it up and deal, right? ;-)
I really do like spring, though. Spring and fall are my two favorite seasons. I've said before, I'd love a year of 5 months of spring, 5 months of fall, and 2 months of winter. PERFECTION!
One of the things I love about spring is the watching all the gorgeous spring flowers bloom. I couldn't resist picking up these little cuties the other day while grocery shopping. Honestly, I picked them up for my mother-in-law, as we were going to visit her that evening, but then I forgot them at home. No, I did NOT do it on purpose, thank you very much! After a few days, I knew I wouldn't get them to her before they died, so I trimmed the hell out of them, found a cute little jar (repurposed candle jar) and voila! They've been making me smile all week.