We thought nothing would say "Gorgeous Spring Sabbath" like walking to the small playground up the hill with our neighbors, Blake and Leanne, swinging, sliding, and trespassing on the construction site so Ben could get close to a real excavator and the kids could revel in climbing up and down dirt piles.
It was just one of those lazy Sunday afternoons that we all needed, wandering up and down the street, visiting with neighbors who have been hibernating since the fall, eating dinner late because the sun was calling to us for too long.
And now I hear it's going to snow tomorrow. Shame on you, Mother Nature. Shame.