It’s 9:40 and the temp outside is a comfortable 67°.
I think this year I’ll spend more time outside than in. I went outside and sat on the wood by the doghouse on the bank and ate a Clementime orange and just listened, looked and breathed in the scent of spring.
I’m ready. I’m so ready to be outdoors. Once upon a time I spent every minute I could outside, but somewhere along the line, I moved in.
I like it better out. It’s nice out there.