Taste of Spring

I love living in the South. At home in Philly, February usually means cold and snow - although not as snowy as March and April seem to be for some reason. But anyway, whatever the month is prior to May up North, you usually don't get 71 degrees on February 7th or 72 degrees on February 8th.

That's what we had here this weekend after a few consecutive days of stepping outside and wondering whether or not I had been mysteriously transported back home. Of course the boys wanted to take full advantage of the nice weather and went barreling into our growing leaf pile in the backyard. And of course, it deteriorated into a leaf fight and free for all shortly thereafter.