Nesting - again

We looked outside last evening and Sandy is rearranging the yard furniture and Little Tykes sand box and slides.  Then she re-stacked (really) the firewood for the firepit.  She began to re-stack lumber out by the storage shed.  Jon looked at me with a quizical gaze, "Dad, what's mom doing... and why?"  "Nesting my son, nesting."  He was quiet for a moment and then replied "but I thought the inside was her territory and the outside belonged to you."  Fatherly wisdom followed - "Don't go there my Son. Mom has rearranged and nested every room inside the house, some several times.  Every closet and cabinet has been purged, cleaned and organized - at least twice.  She has nested the front proch and the back porch - all that's left is the yard!"  "Dad, you suppose we should go help her?" 

With hesitation, together we strode in where no man had gone before...  Thankfully, by the time we got to Sandy at the very back of the yard all that remained was to install the mosquito zapper - just in case we get some of those nasty April mosquitos.  ;)

Time to stop nesting and start flying!