As we drove into the driveway of the Hudarosa, we noticed that spring had sprung in our absense.
It's been unseasonably warm. They've stayed around for two weeks now. It's been so pretty. Normally, the trees burst open into bright beauties only to hit a hard freeze that same evening. The next morning, they have become sad brown crones.
This year, we've had the luck of the Irish.
Cead Mille Failte, Spring!