A First Time For Everything

Sunday marked an unbelievable day for me. I'm still shaking my head over it.

It was the first time in my life I ever wished there was not snow on the ground. Ever, I tell ya.

Except maybe when I was a teenager who was just too cool and HAD to be somewhere. But that doesn't count due to hormones and lack of common sense.

I'm a snow lover and this has been the best winter. It's what winter was made for. I was also able to tolerate the cold very well this year because I could see all the white stuff.

Isn't it so awesome how God made all four seasons. All so different, yet wonderfully enjoyable!

With a gorgeous February day teasing us to come out and run, this mommy really wanted to be out there. Not all that unreasonable since snow has been covering the ground for at least three weeks now.
But, I'm also just a little bit excited about gardening season being around the corner. 'Cause I want to do this:

Can you smell the freshly turned ground? I cannot be held responsible for my actions around this stuff. Last year I wanted to lay down and roll in it. I may just go for it this year.

I can't help it. It's in my blood. It calls me.

Resistance is futile.

And I can't wait to see things like this:

I love seeing our family work together. The boys were (usually) more than willing to help plant, rake, and harvest. The way we bonded over small victories against voles, groundhogs, and rabbits. All vying for position through the summer as public enemy number one.

Every time I use something we've put up for the winter, I smile. There's a sense of satisfaction. Of accomplishment. So deliciously wonderful.

Remind me of that this summer when I sweating buckets preserving our bounty.

On second thought, don't.