It's finally spring here in Iowa. Back in March though Mother Nature toyed with our emotions and gave us a couple of 70 degree days. Norah wasn't sure what to make of our backyard without all that white stuff.
It took a while to get used to our bumpy lawn. Last summer we had a family (or five) of rabbits or moles or something that turned out lawn into an interstate system of tunnels.
A rock. A precious rock. The first one of the year. It's still sitting on our window sill.
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