Spring: Of Grass and Pedals

The rain has stopped falling.
The flowers are blooming.
The grass is 12 inches high.
The good men in our neighborhood are pushing mowers.
The good fathers are pushing bikes ...

... at least Wesley's is.

A picture is worth a thousand words, so I offer these.

This is a deeply touching milestone and since it came a lot sooner than I thought it would I don't have the words to express what I feel. Philisophical thoughts to go with this milestone to come to this blog ... if they come at all.