Our delight in all the warm weather was punished resoundingly and Persephone reminded us that April is a fickle fiend. It’s been so cold, our radiators kicked back on and we all had to go mournfully hunting for long sleeves. The boys refused to let this keep them down and spent days hunched in the rain, with the added help of a hose, creating dinosaur kingdoms in the mud. Many loads of laundry were done and done again while the mud patch around the Bradford Pear grew larger and larger.
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