Weeds...and a photo dump

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.--A.A. Milne

I am completely humbled by my children's and husband's love; especially when I feel like a weed.

 We took a nature walk on Friday. There was snow. A lot of snow. But it was melting, and the sun was out, and I wasn't freezing, and there was laughter, and snowball throwing, and piggyback rides, and lots of picture taking.

It was one of my favorite days this winter.

I took a minute to look at these weeds; they were brown and stark against the pure, white snow.

Kind of beautiful in their own dormant way.

My own dormant stage is coming to an end; I'm ready to flower and bud and bloom again in the warmth of the summer sun.

I'm ready to shed my layers of coats and hats and mittens and trade them in for shorts and sandals and muscle shirts.

I love being outdoors, but I'm no winter bird.

I just fake it for the sake of my kids.

I asked if they could all line up for a picture...

They shook their tail feathers...

and did a dance...

and this is what I got...perfection.

Follow the fearless leader.

*the first picture and last 4 pictures were taken with my iPhone.