I’m thankful for….
It seems silly. Growing up, I dreaded yard work. It was the last thing I wanted to fill my weekends up. Now, I am so desperate to mow the lawn. To tend to our garden. To plant flowers, to rake leaves, to water everything in sight. Yard work means summer is near. Yard work means fresh air. It means winter is over and warm days are here.
This is our first spring with grass in our yard and I think the kids are enjoying it just as much as I am.
Yard work means afternoons spent playing outside. Bicycles are ridden. Motorcycle rides are abundant.
Here’s to more days spent just like this.