The afternoon of March 4 was warm and gave us that itch to get outside that Spring often brings.
I snapped several of these before Gunnar even knew I was watching.
I listened as the imagination of a 5 year old boy come out in rurr, cush, eerk.
A treat for me – a display of truck tricks.
Together, we enjoyed some critter or flitting notion.
It was soon time to dig.
More digging. Must sit.
Just a bit more to go.
Finally. A hazard created for the trucks.
Better get the scoop truck to help him out.
More digging needed.
What did all this digging and driving produce?
And a very content Mama with a precious memory to store away in her heart.