...I suppose this is the first blog post of spring, but you have to understand that I was waiting for over a month to unvail the new lay out, and sometime last night, I just could not wait anymore!
Today we celebrated spring (something I think I will be doing for at least the next month, until I transition to a stage that looks more like pining for summer) by re-discovering our traditional weekend walks in the Blue Hills.
Living here a year and a half now, I have discovered that our ebb and flow of life is intrinsically marked by what we can do in the natural world five minutes away from us, and that this is an excellent thing.
In late fall and summer, there's lots of hiking and jogging. In early winter (and spring), there are leisurely walks aroun Houghton Pond, admiring the uniquely transcendent light of these seasons. In the middle of winter, there's now snowboarding, and in the heat of summer, we're swimming and occassionally hiking our guts out again (it can be brutal when the humidity gets up there).
Today it was chilly and exquisite at the pond. There was still a thick layer of ice working itself out, providing S an ideal opportunity to skip rocks (when he wasn't trying to take pictures of my chest).
We met Kayla, the one-eyed rockweiler and a few other human neighbors as we stayed on the western edge of the pond - it was too cold for a longer walk...
...but we'll be back soon.
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