Unexpectedly warm weather threw spring into overdrive today. As I stood on the front porch with Susan, mating flights of bumblebees surrounded us. There was a large cottontail grazing on the lawn with the lambs who had snuck under the yard fence. John Richard, my youngest, was coming across the pasture from my in-laws holding the gift of a piece of pecan pie from my mother-in-law. He stopped just within shouting distance at the little run that flows from the spring by the barn and yelled "tadpoles!" I thought about going down to look, but was too struck by it all to move.