In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood

Yesterday I wore short sleeves and the kids spent more time outside than inside. Spring announced herself boldly yesterday, I found signs of the new season everywhere I looked:

laundry flapping on the clotheslines

the tips of daffodils poking into the sunlight...


my favorite springtime find in my mailbox: APT's Book of Summer!

To lie on fresh-smelling sheets reading this book is one of springtime's particular pleasures.
Spill it, reader. How does spring announce herself to you?

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