On what was the first real day of spring, we hiked around the Joe Pond trails and then enjoyed the sunshine and near-50 degree temperatures on the back deck of the house. Bailey just loves the snow, and I know if he could talk, he'd say "Let's go north for the summer." But then again, I think he loves mountain streams during a hike and the brook at Weld when we're hanging out.
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"This is going to melt?" |
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"It's getting warmer." |
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"Time for a nap." |
Hate to break it to you, Bailey. But spring will come. I think. I keep imagining I see swelling buds. Some bare ground down here. Lulu's dug a few holes and found old bones from last fall. Yum.
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