I'm referring to spring, of course. Yesterday was cold, damp, chilly. I promised myself that if I went out to jog, I would only have to do 1 mile. I was hoping I'd want to go farther once out, but that didn't happen. I did come in and walk on the treadmill (but slowly, while reading a book...that counts, though, right?).
We woke up to heavy snow this morning with 1-2 inches accumulation. As I headed out for the day by car, I passed some brave bright tulip blooms peeking through, and pink crabapple trees trying to hold up under their freezing blankets. The snow was beautiful in its way. It is melting off this afternoon as temperatures rise, and we needed the moisture, even in the form of slush.
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush." Doug Larson
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
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