Coming in like a lion...

So far our March has been a little unpredictable. We started off the month with a lion of a storm. In one day, the storm broke the record for the most rain and the most snow for that day. The next day, the boys awoke to another snow day (they are kind of like holidays here). Chris took the boys sledding in the back yard and they finished off the event with some hot chocolate.

Last Sunday, the barometer hit above 80 degrees at our house. We decided to have a cook out on the deck, the first of the season. Chris did a pork loin and I added grilled green beans, grilled sweet potatoes, strawberries and melon with a fruit dip, and a spinach salad with a mandarin orange dressing. We had a great time soaking up the warm sun bug-free (bugs will come later in the season).

I thought spring had arrived but this weekend has been nothing but rain and 40 degree temps. I know that it probably sounds a little whiny for all of you who live in more rustic climates but I have had daffodils blooming since January and I'm ready for spring to stay. Hopefully March will go out like a lamb...

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Sara said…

Yet another perfect meal coming from the Rees house. That looks so good I can almost smell it!

March 18, 2009 at 2:51 PM

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