The walk wasn’t that long to reach the water’s edge, but it was cold, and my fingers were not happy. The old arthritis just broke out in song, loud and clear … it wasn’t pretty. Still I soldiered on, I could hear the geese honking I knew there would be activity on the water.
Here we are, mid week, it was cold, but I was not to be deterred, I still am getting used to walking the landscapes, it will take me more walks to build my stamina. I walked beyond where I usually walk today, really worth the effort to see what I will have to explore at another visit. Coming back though, I hoofed it right proper, my hands were so cold by now, the arthritis was not being kind … and I had not one pair of gloves with me. The good weather the last couple of weeks, lulled me into a false sense of security.
PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning point. Postamo-nos sempre na bifurcacao entre o bem e o mal.
PL Precept #1 Life is Art. Vida e Arte.
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You have to watch those rapid turns of the weather these days. My gloves and hats won’t get washed and put away until at least May! 😉
I just learned that the basswood trees are good for carving.. I’m going back to see if I can pick up a piece that would be a good size to whittle. Hey, good morning !
Come to Michigan where we keep the snow scraper in the trunk all year long (along with the gloves).. 🙂