[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] When Clark and I headed out for his first walk this morning, just before 7 o’clock, the snow had begun to slow. The roads were still quite a mess though, so after wading through a few snow banks in my new bright yellow boots, I picked up the French Fry and heading back inside. I spent the next few hours working by a roaring (electric) fire before we braved the wild outdoors again.
I assumed this would be another short-lived adventure, but Clark had other plans. He played tour guide, darting up the steps leading to the Broadway Bridge. Thanks to his sassy red fleece and Musher’s Secret on his paws, Clark and I were able to stay out for a nice long walk around the neighborhood.
After feeling a bit of cabin fever setting in (along with a regular fever, due to this stinkin’ cold), it was great to get out and enjoy the crisp winter air and soak up a bit of vitamin D. I really love our neighborhood. Clearly, Clark does too. So much to see and smell.
Even though it seems like there’s a storm following each storm, I couldn’t help but enjoy my snowy stroll. Everyone we encountered seemed to be in a good mood. The sun was shining, the sidewalks and roads had been cleared, and all seemed right. Then again, I am hopped up on cold medicine. So who knows.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Thank goodness this story out of Lynn has a happy ending
- 10,000 cups of tea and honey
- Love this: The Spiral of Successful Habits
Enough grumbling, fellow Northerners. What’s one thing you love about winter?