And the kids played baseball, we enjoyed sweet-smelling clothing hung out--and dried--on the line! The chickens played in what was left of the forsythia bushes and they rattled about in the leaves. Snowball almost smiled because he didn't have to contend with ice in his water before I could get out there and replace it.
And life was good on One Old Goat farm.
This glimpse of spring was just what this old soul needed!