active Monday

We are still feeling the remains of the Arctic blast that dumped a bit of snow on us this weekend. Meaning -- it's cold when Henry and I go out at 6:15 this morning. Yes, I'm resigned to it -- up at 6, walks at 6:15 all the way until March 8th, when, miraculously, we will revert back to 7:15 and I will be lulled into thinking that I have gained an extra hour of sleep.

I skip the sweater on my pooch today. The winds have died down. Our walk wont be that long. Squirrel Hill and back.

(regal pup!)

And breakfast, as predictable as anything. Perfect.

The two big kids are again off from school (monthly in-service) and they really want to explore Prairie Morraine Park with their pooch. We all pack into my Crosstreck -- four people and two very large dogs. A tight fit!

Yesterday's sunshine took away some of the snow, but the park is still amazing!

(Goose, with red harness, Henry with the plaid collar)

The two dogs romp, we walk the now familiar trail...

(when I first came to live in Wisconsin in 1979, I was so impressed by the huge beautiful sky... here: mother and son, and that sky)

 

 

(she now wears her mom's coat. and sweater. and earrings. and everything.)

 

 

And then I take them home and drop off Henry for a few hours at doggie day care. I need to head out to the farmhouse. I promised Ed I'd clear out some of the remaining piles of questionably useful stuff. Not even remembering what's there convinces me that I can get rid of it and it wont be missed.

On the way there, I stop at Classen's, just to see if they have started baking their Christmas stuff. They have! My favorites! 

 

 

The cold snap, the cookies, the sudden leap into the heart of November -- it really does feel like we are in full blown winter mode. Even the farmette lands look like they're primed for the Wisconsin deep freeze.

And that's just fine. For the first time in a long time, I dont have to scrape ice off the windshield in the mornings and I certainly am not worrying about shoveling. And morning walks, in this cold? I still love them! Henry has brought out that morning excitement in me. Sweet, sweet pooch! 

 

 

with so much love...