Frogs, flowers, and fair weather

Spring has arrived, like it does every year.  I always figure that the singing birds and chirping frogs are our reward for making it through another Maine winter, and that if we didn't have such harsh winters we wouldn't appreciate Spring nearly as much.  And maybe, just maybe, folks who live in warm climates miss out on a little bit of the Spring-arrival happiness and joy I always feel when it starts to warm up and the flowers pop out.

At least, that's what I tell myself when my car door locks are frozen and I'm shoveling snow in January.

Spring in Maine means many things for us, not the least of which is opening and freshening up the lodge for the season.  We added a deck railing this year...Karen's always wanted one, John didn't, and the insurance company made the final decision.  :)  But, when John saw that the railing made a perfect place to set down his iced teas or other refreshing beverages, he adjusted just fine.

We've spent a few Spring weekends at the lodge--in between raking, t-ball games, and other commitments at home--and they've been wonderful.  Our new puppy Marlin loved the place almost as much as Conway did (RIP, little buddy) and of course Heidi was beyond thrilled to visit her favorite place in the world.