Funny things those seasons

It's getting closer to Spring and everyone is talking about it. It's really crazy. I feel like the weather is all people talk about at work, on the bus; it's background Minnesota Nice chatter.
(All said in a MN accent)
"OH Did you hear it's supposed to get up to 46 this weekend?"
"46? NO! I might have to get Dan to clear out that part of the yard so we can get in there"
"OH yeah good idea"

All David and I can think about is our yard. We love, absolutely LOVE our yard. It was a huge selling point of our house. Screw the crappy dilapidated garage and the 1 bathroom with no bathtub - I will take a fenced-in yard in Downtown St. Paul any day.

Planting season is coming up. Last year my garden was a bust. Not only did I plant too many vegetables but we had F*ckin' Bunny ravage everything and F*ckin squirrel take care of the rest. But now we are taking precautionary measures; one being chicken wire around the garden and the other being our dog Cookie. She will get that bunny someday and I am deathly afraid of what will happen. I have tried to talk with David about an emergency plan when she does get it; where will we wash the blood off of her? will this turn her into a murdering animal? where do we put the rabbit? There really needs to be a plan....

I know that both of us cannot wait for Saturdays (our favorite day of the week in the summer) Bike down to the farmers market, get some coffee. come back and make lunch and work outside all day; hang some laundry out. perhaps nap. wake up and grill out and drink until the sun sets.
IT'S COMING!!