All at once, one day, it's spring.

After one of the coldest winters it has ever been my pleasure {or displeasure depending on your opinion of winter} to experience, I think it may be safe to admit that it just may be over. We did get quite a bit of snow a mere two weeks ago, but now the daffodils and tulips are blooming and dare I say it?  Spring has sprung. 

You know that part in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers when the girls are singing about getting married in June and how they can't wait for spring? That was us in the house this winter {except it was much to cold to be dancing around in not but our corsets and bloomers}. Then "all at once, one day, it's spring". It happened just like that. All at once it was acceptable to leave the house without a coat and to not wear thick, wool tights to church. And all at once people began to congregate on our back lawn {apparently our yard is the ward's park} to play outdoorsy games {I wanted to yell at them like an old lady: "Get out of my yard you hoodlums!" What? They were disturbing my afternoon reading time}. 

And then Holly, Nettie, and I were off to some sort of Hindu springtime festival in Spanish Fork where it is perfectly acceptable to throw fistfuls of colored powder at absolute strangers. Ah, spring you really are a joy. Now if those crazy kids would just get off my lawn, it would be even better.