Spring in St. Louis means….

MUD! (Charlie spent most of his time trying to get the biggest splash.  He would jump, get his boots stuck in the mud, and fall down laughing.)(….As you can see, Alaythia took a much more lady-like approach by digging in the muddy water with a pine branch and then shaking it in a fine brown splatter pattern all over her lovely pink sweater)PICNICS in 80 degree weather:SNOW…on that same balcony two days later!…which means we spent the morning doing this.  I’m lovin’ the variety!

My ode to Spring:

Take your time, Lady Spring.  Meander.  Touch the trees with pink and white, but slowly.  Hand out your vibrant green leaves to shock our eyes, one by one, carefully.  For while you linger here, Summer waits--quelled by each icy puddle and wet, floppy snowflake—holding back her humid heat.