It's March here in Wisconsin, 63 degrees one day and 28 degrees the next, but we're used to it and try to roll with the punches. We had planned a daylong celebration of the Spring Equinox, complete with a grand picnic under the trees, trout fishing in our favorite hole, picking up trash along the ditches, and an elaborate treasure hunt.
Well, mostly it worked out according to plan. Instead we wore coats, hats, and mittens. Made a bonfire. Picked up way more trash than should be allowed. Had a short treasure hunt and got in some fly fishing.
My favorite part, though, was when my family opened their nature journals and quietly dispersed to their own private spot for their first entry.
When Cole came back to the fire, he sweetly confessed, "I wasn't sure what to write, so I closed my eyes and drew what I could hear."
Cold weather, HA! Nothing could ruin that moment where he was able to come into balance with the earth and take in the renewal and rebirth of the season! Happy Spring~