Maybe it is spring. The temperature hit 60 degrees. Hubby hung the windchimes and cleaned up some of the yard debris. Tomorrow the garbage man starts to pick up yard waste. I walked my 1.5 mile loop through the neighborhood. So many people were outside raking, cleaning up, or playing with the kids. Martha turned the furnace off and opened up the front door. A little too much optimism.
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