When it was 70 out last week I legitimately thought about bringing up the summer clothes bins, but then I remembered that it was mid-March and that we had at least a month of winter left. Good thing I didn't fall for that old trick.
Owen, though, is convinced that we ought to be outside in t-shirts every day. He's been riding his bicycle with nary a top layer on, insisting that he isn't cold, trying to bring back the warm weather through sheer force of will. I agreed to sit outside and read on a semi-warm (50?) day when the sun was out so that I could supervise him doing laps on the sidewalk, but had to give up because of the wind.
"Aw, come on, Dad!" he said, blue and shivering "It's WARM out."
Felix has a more practical approach to the weather. In packing for a trip to Albion this weekend he apparently brought 4 pairs of shoes. ("Because I don't know how many I'm going to get wet.") As an afterthought, he threw a pair of dress pants in his backpack, which might have been the only extra clothing that he packed.
James has been eager to get his brothers out and onto the pergola pad for pickleball games. We are supposed to order the pergola next week, and then their temporary court will disappear. But if it's anything like today's weather (below freezing, periodic snowfall in Syracuse) they might have it for pickleball for at least a bit longer.
Either way, they now have full access to the shed again after having lost their shed key. I ordered a replacement a few weeks ago and was prepared to give them a stern lecture about keeping track of it better this time as I handed over my (spare) shed key for their regular use, only to discover that I had somehow lost my own shed key between ordering the spare and its arrival. (I did find it again in the pocket of a pair of pants.)
If nothing else, they can now shelter in the shed (in only t-shirts, but with plenty of shoes) if the wind and snow get too bad outside.
Happy Spring!
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