These were taken a few weeks back just before the leaves started budding on the trees. Winter is usually the best time to catch glimpses of some of the older abandoned structures that lurk in our many wooded areas, but this winter I didn't get out nearly enough to take pictures.
The poor daffodils sagging in the last few photos were only doing so because it was a cold, damp day. They perk right up as soon as the sun arrives to warm them up.
(I can relate.)
I pass all of these hidden houses--and more--on my favorite jogging route in the county. That would be the very same jogging route I've visited far too infrequently this year, making me ill-prepared for anything resembling the half-marathon I'm signed up for on Saturday.
(But all will be fine.)
Baby Sis and I will walk a part of this half-marathon if we must, in spite of our inner competitive demons which despise the thought of surrender. She claims her knees are "bone against bone" with no cartilage to speak of. I respond with statements like, "The longest I've run recently was six miles
one time the other week, but my memory's so bad it might have been
the other month--and I've done nothing since then except sit at a desk or in a car. And eat. I've done lots of eating."
It's almost like we're in a competition to see who is the least ready.
As I've said before though, we need no training to have a good time.
But that's all this weekend.
These next couple of days I'm off from work and will spend some time with Daughter and Son, who are on spring break. Son will be working at
Merroir most of the time, but we'll squeeze in an adventure or two that includes a trip "to town" as we say, also known as a trek "across the river." Translation: We're headed to Newport News to take care of things like haircuts and errands that we otherwise never have time for.
And we'll have fun.
Because that's what this family seems to do best.
