March are you sure?

Well it's been the talk of the town, state, country but the weather this past week has been wacky.  It's the middle of March and the temp has been in the 70s.  It is truly an exclamation point on the winter that wasn't here in VT.  And whether it was due to abnormal weather patterns (probably) intensified by climate change (probably) or not it did allow me to have a truly awesome weekend.  I got a ton of projects done around the house.  First Matt came over and we fired up the chainsaw and trimmed a tree that had been shading the garden.  Tiff has been asking me to cut it for two years and she wore me down.  My hesitation is due to the fact that I live in the "city" and my lot is only 1/12th of an acre.  Said tree sits on the fence-line and said branch leans over the fence.  So I wasn't too keen on trusting my face cut and some wedges and ropes to save the fence.  But the weather had me feeling confident and good.  Success.  Now two things will linger sweetly for a time to come, and they are the intoxicating smell of two-stroke fuel mix and sawdust, and the sense of accomplishment.  Then I moved on to other tasks like repairing the fence on the other side of the yard, raking, organizing, and a little family bike wrenching.  Then I capped Sunday with a bike ride out to our friend Erik's house were I met up with the family.  Now the ride, beer drinking, and grilling would have been enough to put a huge grin on my face but when we got there Erik informed us that one of his cows (oh didn't I mention that Erik and Adam live on and run one of the most beautiful farms in the state?) was about to give birth.  And there you have it, grin bigger, because I got to watch my kids, watch a calf be born.  And that, my friends, is magic.