I had high hopes for a fun spring weekend. Fly a kite, take a hike, dinners on the patio. But it mostly rained, and Big Arrow, Little Arrow and I were all battling colds.
But tonight, it was like spring finally sprung around here, and we got out to make the most of it.
Spring means trips to the park, swinging on swings.
Spring means new beginnings, like a baby's first time on those same swings.
Spring means chasing bunny rabbits down the street.
What does spring mean to you?
This post is a part of You Capture at I Should Be Folding Laundry. The theme this week is spring.