I once heard a mom say that she could tell it was spring when her good spoons started disappearing into the sandbox. And how true it is--the trees start budding and my little boys begin their backyard antics for the season. I'll share some pictures of what is already underway.
A helicopter becomes a propellor:
A decorative ship's steering wheel, dangling from a shoelace, becomes a handy place to hang badminton rackets (that may be the oddest sentence I've ever written):
The upper level of the fort becomes...well, I'm not sure what they had in mind, but evidently lawn chairs, orange cones and hocky pucks are part of the plan.
I love this time of year!
to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves