We just got back from a 4-mile walk on the bike trail along KGB Road. Little Dude was King Dude since he got to ride in the stroller almost the whole way while the girls rode their bikes and we grown-ups hoofed it. Boss only crashed twice and I only needed the inhaler once.
Spring right now means that the snow and ice have melted into giant road-ponds and mud-ruts along the sides of the road, there is trash everywhere you look, and the kids change out of muddy clothes at least twice a day. It also means the dog's back outside, and the grill's not just a dormant piece of backyard clutter anymore. We've started some seedlings for this year's garden: tomatoes, spinach, romaine, beans, sugar snap peas, cilantro, green onions, and cherry tomatoes, so far. I think this year we'll try growing potatoes... and hopefully I can get my hands on some rhubarb to transplant.
In the works are: the ballet recital at the end of May at the PAC in Anchorage, a trip to Nome for Taylor Booth's graduation, Girl Scout Encampment at the fairgrounds in Palmer, Girl Scout 6-day camp at Togowoods near Big Lake, and ever more soccer. I'm also hoping to make it to my 20-year class reunion in Nome during the Midnight Sun madness. Obla-di, obla-da.
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