Spring has sprung.  Finally. 

So I'm living on the edge and packing away the warm woolies at the beginning of June.



It was a long wait but finally, we have flowers and a garden and kids outside without 99 layers of clothing.

So here we have flowers....


Garden.....



6-yo included for scale.


Parade....


Everybody sing, "I love a parade!".  Was that Ester Williams?  No, she is the swimmer.  Ethel Merman. 


Our spring duck visitors.


DearSon and I have fed these guys before school quite a few mornings.

And what is this?


This is the sum total of a huge silly string war in the backyard.  DearDearSister tells me that I actually hold the veritable napalm of the Dollar Store world in my hand.  Apparently there are a perfusion of America's Funniest Home videos of this stuff dramatically bursting into flame at weddings and birthday parties and such as it is sprayed near candles.   Because fire and celebrations are funny????


And from the files of "What the .....?!"


We (DearSon, me, his kindergarten class and assorted other chaperons) were waiting for the ladder truck demonstration at the fire safety field trip to the firehouse when what should we hear trundling down the street?  The street cleaner.  Now, mind you, it had be raining, no, dumping buckets, for at least a half an hour.  Why would one try to run the street cleaner in such weather?  The brushes were doing a tremendous job of pushing the water out of the overflowing gutters, into the street, where it promptly ran back into the gutters.  Useful.

I've mentioned this before.  As I mom, I occasionally hear phrases come out of my mouth that I never really thought I would utter.  Today I actually said, "I don't think your monkey nut is quite in the right place."  Ponder that one for a moment. Are you pondering? Now consider, what was understood but not said was the remainder of that phrase..."I don't think your monkey nut is quite in the right place for the rubber golf ball to land in it after you shoot it out of the miniature catapult that you built with your Dad."  Clear?  Quite the image, yes?  And just in case you think I'm joking....



Behold!  The monkey nut, rubber golf ball and miniature catapult.

And of course there has been knitting and spinning.  I'll include some new fiber fun in my next post.