Getting out

Saturday was sunny and almost fifty. Sunday was sunny and almost sixty. It was lovely. Both days, we hiked. THAT has not happened in, I think, years. Saturday we went to Gilbert Lake State Park, where it was still winter, apparently, and hiked around in the snow-slush. We saw a beaver, which was super neat. 

Sunday, we walked down along the river, just a few hundred yards from our back door. My memory card was full, so Patrick took pictures with the panorama mode on his phone.

I love that when we want to, we can just point our boots in this direction and be here. Big open fields, mergansers on the river, hints of spring in the skunk cabbage pushing their rubbery beaks up out of the mud. 

This is the time of year when I start to say, "I love this time of year!", because everything is still ahead. The snowdrops and crocuses are still in full swing, we haven't missed anything. Daffodils and tulips will come, when they're ready, and for now it's warm again, and the time is right to celebrate with river-walks.
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