The bare winter trees make for great climbing.
Last week I trudged out to my garden beds and looked at them. Brown and soggy, covered in leaves, I just looked at them . . . and tried to remember what spring was even like. We have just finished up the warmest January on record here in the Seattle area, but even though it may have been warmer . . . it was still typical Seattle grey.
However, yesterday, we saw a glimmer of spring; the sun poked through the clouds to let all of us pale north-westerners know that she does indeed still exist. And, so yesterday, I actually did more than just look at my garden, I cleared it and prepped it, while the kids played, swung, and climbed trees. I discovered buds and bulbs popping up around the yard. The cool air and crisp sun were rejuvenating and much needed.
Alas, the rain and grey have returned today, but I am hopeful and more confident now that our glorious spring will return and invigorate this grey, stale winter we have so bravely endured.