Come What May (or whatever...)

They always say, "If you don't like the weather in Iowa, just wait 5 (or 10 or 15 or 30 or whatever) minutes, depending on who it is that is saying it to you.

This winter/spring, we are all hoping for the best of the Al Gore styled Global Warming/climate change/climate chaos or whatever those particular smarty-pants peeps are calling it at this point in time.

Here's little Calebber in his new Angry Birds jammies.

Ahhhh... here we are on Tuesday night while it's nearly 80 degrees outside at 8pm in the evening.

Here's dear ol' dad with Robby reading in an adjacent chair and Master C playing down in the sand with his cape and superhero costume.

There's Robby reading on the same evening...

And here's Caleb, 48 hours later, shoveling the nasty ol' snow from the deck.

This is looking out towards the East from the garage.

And here's our poor onions that Lesley had put in the ground on Wednesday prior to our weather going to the pot...