"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Friday, March 18, 2011

This afternoon after piano lessons, my kids went outside with Lynnette's kids and played tag on the front lawn. They ran with such glee and freedom, after being inside for the whole winter. It was a warm enough day to circle the trees and run across the grass without even a jacket. Kacie and Michael made pet caterpillars out of the seed sprouts from the quaking aspen trees, and Charlotte and Katie chased each other back and forth until it was time to leave.

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