Cabin fever + cobwebs = not so good.
Solution was a blast in paradise. Southern traverse trail to mainline; cedar run fast (jumping, but don’t tell fay); then back up southern traverse but this time left on mainline and back home up death hill.
Up the hill from our house and the blossom is appearing. Actually, everywhere except our house seems to be blossoming. Maybe everything in our garden is waiting on visitors…
All that moss, looking soft enough for a quick snooze.
A Judy Thomas original: un-named pear. Now greeting visitors.
H putting another one into the back of the net.
[Before anyone asks, he does have a half decent ball, this is the one we use when Ewok is also out on the practice field.]
Not the best game on the field, but the experience of watching in the stadium was as good as ever, complete with new “song” to learn:
“You’re only in the MLS because of us”. Repeat.
Found, in the back of a cupboard where it had fallen behind some junk, one marvelous box of Miles Original Blend Fine tea bags (40!). Absolutely stonking.
H as Arshavin in the spring sunshine
F as me, only with more hair and less stubble.
E in the yard, as a mad hairy-bear thing.
Squirrels of Cottage Lake, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to eat the bungee-powered corn.