Most of yesterday was spent inside a snow globe.
the only thing moving was the snow
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Today is completely different, a swing towards spring.
Jameson turned 12 earlier this week. He instantly drops and rolls outside. Tank is not a roller. He is all about sticks. Big sticks. Slivers of sticks. Medium sticks. He never chews them. Tanks world is all about play, all of the time! Every season. No swing here.
I wonder if Bluebirds will use either of our two nesting boxes this season?
I removed the wads of aluminum blocking the entrances.

Our horses are loving the warming pre-spring sun.
The above South West corner is alway our last to swing towards Spring.
It is okay.
I am not eager for tick and mosquito swatting season, paired with sweating season. My least favorite time of year. In fact, I love the changing of cooler seasons. The inbetween swings, and sayings. Like this one:
Wishing you all Blue Skies and Sunny Days.