Spring has finally arrived, I'm happy to say. April showers drench the grooves and nooks in my garden as I sit here in the musty, moody, and moldy library along with so many others in our tunnels, little scholarly moles that we are. Still, outside the apple tree's showing white buds wrestling their way out, and the blueberry bushes with a hint of green blush on their branches no longer look so lifeless.
And the worms have come out to play.
N. made this herself (with a tiny bit of help from me). She chose the pompom balls, glued them together one by one, and then the eyes and antennae (I helped with that one). She even chose the button for a mouth. This little one will rock the craft as she gets older.