Melting

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Today turned out to be just gorgeous.  Funny how 43 degrees with bright sun feels glorious on your face and arms.  It's all relative.  Maxine and I sat out on the side porch for awhile in the sun.  There is still a peaceful hush here only interrupted by the sound of melting snow clumps falling from the trees.   I see spots in the woods where the snow has melted and dead leaves are visible. Observing and listening to winter melt brought to mind My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George.  I loved that novel every year I read it with my fifth graders.  It has more meaning now.

This gives a whole new meaning to taking the trash out! 

We walked down the road this morning just to get out of the house for awhile and the walk is good exercise.  We saw lots of fresh wildlife tracks and were fortunate to catch sight of  six deer as they came down the mountain, paused and looked at us then continued down into the woods. Had lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant and picked up a few groceries, very few, to carry up the mountain again.  We overheard a visiting Floridian in Wal-Mart tell the cashier the strawberry crop in Plant City was ruined due to temperatures dropping down into the 20's. 

From here we drive right out to the paved road.  Then back in again for another night.
 Four of the seven vehicles that are parked at the end of Boulder Creek.  Tomorrow should be high 40's, more good melting.  Our friends from Florida arrived today.  We head out tomorrow to visit with them and make sure they don't turn into Popsicles.

Whew! I had to go back and edit this about 10 times.  Thought I had proofed it!

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