The Weather Jumps from 50 to 80

Most people love spring's gentle warmth, those glorious days in the 60s and 70s.

Virginia, sadly, skipped those days. We went from weather in the 40s and too cold to lay block last week, to weather in the upper 80s. From heater at night to fan in the day in about 48 hours.

The beautiful thing about last spring was that everything bloomed at once: daffodils, redbuds, dogwoods, peaches, apples. Last year by this time, my beehive had swarmed three times.

This year, our spring is coming at a more moderate pace. The daffodils are about done now. The peaches and plums are in bloom.

And we wait in hope for the rest.

This morning, Jadon poked his head in the door. "Abraham, Joe and I are going to go across the creek and hike around on the other side. Do you want to come?" Abraham didn't, but Joe and Jadon, 4 and 10, headed off together to trek the wilds of our woods. It was a very sweet sight, a couple hours later, to see the two of them return, Jadon with a new walking stick.

Abraham made an amazing train track outside. The dogs knocked it down. Jadon made a different amazing train track, and put up bulb crates as a wall of protection (a visual barrier, if only a mediocre physical barrier). The dogs knocked it down, though it did stay up long enough that time to show Grandma.

Phil's parents have returned. There was great rejoicing.