The sun is shining, and it's 42 degrees

The snow is melting, and sliding off our roof with such fanfare that my preschooler and I rushed outside to watch.

Here's a photo of last Saturday's Luminary Loppet, during which my son and I "skied" to a bonfire on Lake of the Isles, drank hot cider, watched someone dancing and juggling fire, and admired the ice sculptures and luminaries. When one of my son's skis broke, he skied slalom the rest of the way (prompting everyone who passed us to comment. In case I hadn't noticed.)