It was supposed to be 70 on Sunday. It wasn’t even close. There was definitely a chill in the air, but it wasn’t raining or snowing, so I will take it. I think inland they hit the 70 degree mark. DJ was lapping up the sun’s warmth on the front porch. As I strolled around with Miss F, I noticed buds on trees!
S was in his glory playing with his construction toys in the sand pile. Happy boy.
A soccer player who takes one for the team.
A very casual setting for a low key Saint Patrick’s Day.
My little F precious.