Spring!

Yes, we all wish for some SUNSHINE, dammit, and it sure would be nice if it were a little warmer.
But it is spring! Real, snow-gone, bulbs-growing, bird-chirping spring. If you remember that a scant month ago, we were still a metre deep in snow, it's not so very bad.

So. Spring. With flooding this year, and at the end of that?

Mud. Lots and lots of mud.

Oopy, goopy, rich-and-slithery mud.

Not for Maever, whose feet never touched the ground,

but for Addie? 

"EEEEW! Get those icky boots away from my face!!!" And I duck dramatically, decrying the horrors of mud-crusted soles so close to my nose. Again, and again, and again.

It's really a perfect game for a swing.