I decided that Spring has started only a couple days ago. I created some horse shoe pits in my backyard out of plywood and 2x4s and filled them with sand. Though overcast, me and Dylan and his younger brother, who stayed with us for a couple days on his way home from college, played horse shoes outside. Then, last night, I was able to mow the lawn and of course, play some more horse shoes. And the sun didn't set until 9pm. Perfect.
That's my definition of the start of summer - the clang of horse shoes and lawn mower engines. Now, how can you argue with that?
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