A perfect morning. Duncan and me walking on our favorite trail through the woods and by the lake. The sun shining, the temperature a balmy 23. Snow crunching underfoot, birds singing. A wondrous morning and walk indeed. I am thankful of this little snippet of perfection; this little slice of heaven. It is not often during the cold months that we are able to walk the entire trail at the park and not be shivering cold. I was actually a little warm in my sweatpants, hoodie, light jacket, oh and of course the always on mittens. How marvelous to be out walking without long johns, a big scarf wrapped twice around my neck, hat and two sets of gloves and looking like the Nanook of the North. Freedom for a short time from all the layers of Winter. It was pure bliss.
A cute little black capped chickadee looked down at us from his perch in a tree, and chirping wildly he seemed to say to us "wonderful day isn't it?" My answer was a resounding "It's glorious honey, just glorious."
