I love spring in Rigby.
I say this every year and I mean it every year. I get so sick of this town in the winter with the cold and slick and blah. But, then things start to bloom and the weather gets to 40 degrees and we all put on our swimsuits because it is so exciting.
I fell in love with Rigby in the spring and every year I fall in love again. (I think.)
We made Buddy help us with raking out the beds and he hated it. Color me unsympathetic. Time to earn your keep, kid! Do my yard work!