Apart from last weekend's wind, spring has been fun so far. Julia spontaneously asked to go for a walk after dinner yesterday, which was a nice surprise and an excellent way to enjoy the post-rain air. Festively, the street running out to our place is presently lined with dozens of tiny flags, marking off measurements for an upcoming road-reconstruction project which promises to create bike and walking paths between our subdivision and the city proper: I can't imagine a better way to improve our side of town.
Not that the farms are going away - yet. The tractors are rumbling back and forth, and last Thursday a big tanker of anhydrous ammonia was parked along the road. Grow that corn! The manure spreaders are spreading manure, with all the olfactory surprises entailed. (Entrailed?)
And I sure can't complain about 60-degree morning weather, which is ideal for biking, even with a headwind. Getting a bit sweaty on the way back home each afternoon is more than balanced off by the two girls' greetings: Julia's shrieking and running around, Genevieve's big spitty grin. It's not a bad existence.