It’s March. It isn’t really Spring yet. It’s 2 degrees Celsius with a biting wind. But the sun is shining. And we have crocuses and snowdrops, with sightings of daffodils not too far from here. So this afternoon we opened up the sandbox and let Mylo make his acquaintance with it. He likes it. He feels like a big kid. And for a few minutes, I don’t have to watch him like a hawk. Because you might remember, our yard looks mostly like this:
And Mylo looks like this (isn’t he cute?):
These two don’t mix well. Things gravitate towards Mylo’s mouth. This rake, for example, and those rocks. Oh dear. It’s going to be a long summer of choking hazards.
In other news, I put my parents back on a plane this morning. Always sad. And I voted in the regional elections. Always interesting. Well, actually kind of a let down. I’m used to regional elections that contain some real concrete issues that are being voted on. But here, you get to color in your one little red circle on a page filled with hundreds of names. And that’s it.