Jogged around our backwoods a few times this morning.
Icy,muddy,grassy guck. By afternoon the warm-up
was on. Spent a bit of time with one of our grown girls.
After coaxing her three year old into pants, shirt, and finally
shoes we were off for a jaunt around the pond.
“Be careful for the ice Gigi, don’t slip.” she warned me,
until she tired of it. We came upon a young boy wearing a
helmet with a scooter leaning into his hip. He was handling
a fishing pole and wearing shorts. I suppose it had warmed
enough. The patches of ice feel free to loiter around even when
the temps reach 50 degrees.
