Look at that. Our old friends are back. We heard them first, playing stopped and ears and eyes turned skyward wondering if it was really true. And then we saw them, oh so many of them flying with such gusto as if their wings were actually delivering spring time to everything they passed over.
I feel like I can breathe now. Longer days to frolic outside. The wind has finally died down (this has been the windiest winter EVER!) And we can now just do the very thing we excel at, piddling around outside without a plan.
Inside the boat projects plug along still. We are knocking off the things from our list that require more labor than cash. So this weekend we repaired and painted the cockpit floor.
Before you know it we'll be kvetching about the heat.