We had a pretty bad rainstorm awhile back. It left our yard pretty much underwater. Without actually having measured how high the water was, I’d guess it was probably about 2 feet deep in some parts. Deep enough to submerge some of my daffodils completely and make getting and out of the driveway an interesting experience. But not bad enough to do damage to the house, so it’s all good. The good news is we’ve had plenty of dry days since that storm and the water has mostly receded, so I have most of my yard back, the roads are all dry, and the park to our north is open again.
Spring is here. Well sort of. It’s still pretty cold at night, but starting to warm up nicely during the days. We were able to spend some time out in the garden this week. Uncovering new growth here and there, picking up sticks and all those other fun chores you do when it’s not quite warm enough to really get into the soil. Keeping a close eye on our daffodils, which are finally starting to make some progress towards being real flowers instead of little tiny green nubs poking out of the ground. The spring peepers have come out of hibernation and are singing to us from the swamps. They make me smile whenever I hear them.
School is good. We’re getting closer and closer to the end. We can almost taste the freedom. 7 ½ weeks remain. The kids are all working super hard, and blossoming right before my eyes.