That Fickle B!tch...

It's Spring...finally, and we've spent the last three days at the park each night, playing, eating dinner, hanging out, absorbing what amounts to all that awesomeness oh so overdue.  Why would we stay at home?  The parks are full.  There is laughter floating through the air...there are kids squealing and playing everywhere...bikes passing...line-ups outside the ice cream shops...I could live this way every day.  Damn you LA.

If I lived in a warmer climate I might have no need for a television, or a dinner table.  Nearly everything, aside from sleep, showers, and all those curious bathroom habits, would be sun soaked and grass stained.  It's about a thirty billion times more healthy atmosphere, and each year when the sun finally comes out we're reminded that Canada really should have made concessions for those of us that want this year round.  The seasons...who needs the seasons?  



We're not meant to spend our lives inside.  It's unhealthy.  We need water, and sun, and fresh air.  With any luck we build a couple of genuine fresh air fiends in these girls, where picnics in the park are the norm, not the exception. So far this Spring, we're on a roll.  Mother Nature's fickle, but we love her anyway.