A few weeks ago I enjoyed a great tromp through the woods with the pups in the early afternoon sunshine.
It was a beautiful Winter day and the pups relished in the early March sunshine and snow. The sun was just right and hitting their golden fur to make highlights that even Bliss couldn't achieve.
Chaos dreams of summer swimming while Mayhem eats a bit of snow.
And I enjoyed my new pink hat that I had knitted out of a fat ball of Rasta by
Malabrigo.
It's true knitting has trumped blogging this year... by a lot. At some point I'll have to do a project rundown of the hats, sweaters, socks and other worsted goodies that have flown off my needles but today's all about meltdowns...
This weekend temps crept higher and the snow softened...
we enjoyed some time on the hill with this guy...
and this gal...
in the warm spring sunshine. Then a funny thing happened- temperatures didn't drop back to normal but kept creeping higher. We pulled out a few pairs of shorts and sported them with our mud boots for an afternoon walk in the sunshine.
And realized that we could have worn chacos.
The pups didn't mind and went for a swim in the river.
Today I wore my chacos everywhere.... I walked in the woods and through a melting iceberg.
The water that skimmed the iceberg on the trail was almost warm and the air felt like an afternoon in June. At no point did I regret my shoe choice as I skimmed along the trail over dry ground, mud, ice and hardpack snow. I should have- this is March in New England. Water on top of melting ice should be COLD. The air temperature should have turned my toes bright red and shot pain through them. But it didn't. I was warm in my shorts, t-shirt and Chacos on a shady trail at 5:30pm in March.
Another great day for playing ball and enjoying golden hues dancing in the sunshine. It's bittersweet, winter was short as was the snowfall and while we're enjoying this odd weather it's not ideal for a ski resort.
Anyone wanna go play in the river soon? I hear the boating is great and the bike trails are gonna be drying like spilled water in the Sahara.
