I know spring has sprung when my daffodils are blooming. I enjoy them even more when I go up north or talk to my sister in Montana and find out they still have the white stuff coming down or if it is still on the ground. Burrrrr! It was so nice a few Sunday's ago that I took a blanket out back with my pillow and a good book. I ended up enjoying a bit of a nap out there since it was just perfect...not too hot and not too cool.
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