I put on my skis and grabbed my new (used) poles and glided down the trail into the woods. The warm smell of late winter hung thick as I zig-zagged through the trees. I heard birds singing, a woodpecker drilling and crows squabbling. The snow was decorated with hundreds of tracks--turkey, deer, rabbit, mouse, raccoon, squirrel. I wore snow pants, but no coat and the sun shone bright enough that I wished I'd remembered sunglasses.
The tree buds are fattening now and even though we're getting more snow today, the signs point to winter ending on schedule. I was looping home when the snow began to get sticky. There's this temperature where snow becomes impossible to ski across and I step-skied back to the house, glad I hadn't waited until afternoon to head out.
Mr. D took me out to lunch and we ate breakfast skillets. I like the house skillet (potatoes, tomatoes, cheese, ham, peppers, mushrooms, onions) with the eggs over-easy. Sourdough toast on the side. At this particular restaurant they serve it up fried to perfection and you can order a half skillet (2 eggs instead of 4), which is exactly enough.
All afternoon I wrote and wrote. I'm tweaking and adding like a fiend because Thursday night I'm handing this baby over to my teen reader for feedback.
After returning home from school, Mr. B helped me hang a new birdfeeder. Within half an hour tiny chickadees flew in to eat. Then my boy helped me shovel another layer of slush and snow and ice off the driveway. When the weather is so mild, you have to find every excuse to stay outside.
There were cards in my mailbox, greetings online and no expectation that I cook anyone dinner.
Yesterday was grand.