Spring finally arrived with the promise of finer, sunnier, weather.
It lied.
It rained ALL spring, didn't it?
That's the way I remember it.
It lied.
It rained ALL spring, didn't it?
That's the way I remember it.
At any rate, Daddy got the little boys into action, beginning to prepare some birdhouse gourds he had dried in the garage all winter, for painting and use as, well, birdhouses.
The little boys had a real fun time with this project.
Next spring, they can finish them up, and then maybe the year after that, they can hang them out and see if any birds nest in them.
Ha ha, I jest, I jest. I should shut my mouth, being the queen of unfinished projects.
Next spring, they can finish them up, and then maybe the year after that, they can hang them out and see if any birds nest in them.
Ha ha, I jest, I jest. I should shut my mouth, being the queen of unfinished projects.
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