Although you’d never know by the weather (not including Winter Storm Jonas, which iced us all in for a bit), it’s two days away from February. It’s been a very mild winter, so far, and I want to keep up with my walking.
It was mid-afternoon by the time I made it out, and the wind was brisk, but I had bundled up. I headed over to the park, where I walked past a dog-training class, several kite-flyers, a flock of robins, and scores of dogs, happily walking their humans.
It was quite different than last Sunday, when I ventured out into the still-icy neighborhood to get some air.
The roads had been brined in anticipation of snow, but after a pelting of sleet and freezing rain had frozen over, I had to step carefully. By the time I made it to the pond, I decided to head back. Never mind the jogger that kept running cheerily by.
Today, the wind was nippy, but the sun shone, and I had an enjoyable hour-long walk. As I walked to my front door, I saw dark green spears shooting up from the front of my flowerbed, signalling the arrival of crocus blooms.
We may have more unpleasant weather before Winter’s over, but Spring is on the way.