Spring has Sprung
So it is officially spring hereabouts, and we've got the signs to prove it.
Bunnies have been nibbling the first cut grass of the year (after raking tonnes of sweet gum balls - aka spikey balls of death). We appear to see two different ones, one largish one, another smaller.
Sophie named the big one "Grass Mower" and the smaller one "France."
How could anyone doubt the genius of that girl?
In other news.
Allergies are back with a vengeance, and I am either swimming in pseudophedrine, or coughing up a storm. Mercifully the rest of the family seems mostly spares, although Will may be showing some signs.
In a rather ominous display of what Allergy Season means here. We went out to dinner tonight, and drove the back way through a tree filled neighborhood. At first we thought perhaps we had entered some fog, or perhaps another house fire was burning nearby.
No. The clouds of yellow smoke that we saw hovering over the road and in all directions was pollen. Our cars are coated in the stuff.