because of this, i assumed my position.
i have such fond memories of crawling out my window as a child. sitting on the slight slant of the lower roof next to my room. why is it that sitting on a roof is better than on the ground? i watched these kids sit there and talk. not about being on the roof, not about seeing things from higher up, just about regular stuff.
looking up, the sky was crazy.
eliza begged to go up, but my limit was that you had to get up yourself because then you’d be able to get down. (however, that almost didn’t prove true. glad jerry was here to help.) instead liza kept herself busy gardening.
here she transplanted a tulip. we’ll see how it turns out.
i took the snowsuits back to the basement today…in an attempt to claim that spring is here.