Happy heart weather (almost)

Open window perfection. Too early in the year for pollen or bugs, mid-sixties with a heavy breeze. There is nothing that compares to the smell of a house with windows open. Or maybe just our house, since its default smell is boy.

Oh, but it is happy heart weather. Excepting the singular pout you'll witness below. We are soaking up the front-yard baseball while we can, since apparently more wintry weather is on the way.

One photo (plus a few) of each boy, every week, doing their thing.