The force through the green fuse that drives the flower

I've continued taking Temodar without any incidents or notable side-effects. I'll spare you the play-by-play.

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Spring has arrived at the (not so) cold state, and I felt well enough to spend a gratifying chunk of the weekend outside with little B. and T. They rediscovered their swing set, which I built a few years ago, and the pushing and swinging soon segued into dragging out the hose and creating a gauntlet of water (using B's preferred "cone jet full" setting on the hose nozzle) for them to swing through. This, predictably, segued into me getting soaked with water.

B. has a new mountain bike; T. has gone into action on her brother's old all-terrain trike, pumping her way up the driveway like Lance Armstrong on Alpe d'Huez, and then rattling down at delightful, terrifying speed. We took the kids out on Sunday for shoes (sort of successful), and brunch (highly successful), then logged some family time in the yard for more swinging and cycling.

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The velocity of spring is amazing. The trees are budding out their leaves, and over the weekend they went from looking like green haze around the branches to becoming corporeal, even thick in spots. Life is strong.