Java and I took a walk at the Rum River at 9 AM. The temperature was only in the low 40s and there was a chilly wind. Quite a switch from the 70s and even 80s that we had earlier in the week. But mostly sunny so that made it still gorgeous out.
The clouds painted soft-white, cottony color into the slow moving river.
Java watched a pair of ducks take off from the water.
Then went back to sniffing along the river edge.
Off in the woods, tree shadows reached across our path. Eeery…
After our walk, Java and I sat in the car looking at the trees and listening to the frogs and birds serenade us. I drank my coffee and ate my two chocolate chip, oatmeal cookies. Hey, they have oatmeal in them so that makes them unequivocally — breakfast food. After taking in nourishment, we headed for the library.
I had a book to drop off there and a reserved book to pick up. The instructor for the class I recently took mentioned this author, Kenneth Atchity. The book looks interesting and the title, “A Writer’s Time”, how could I resist?
Java drank a lot of water after her walk at the Rum, so I took her for a walk on a trail behind the library. The trees there are mainly oak. The shadows reminded me of the spidery pattern of a cracked wind pane.
One tree had a branch hanging straight down; the darkness of the bark stood out against the layered blues of the sky.
After the library, it was about noon so I stopped at Panera for a sandwich, salad combo. Java immensely enjoyed the baquette that came with the salad. Note to self: if you plan to eat a sandwich while driving, don’t get chicken salad. Very messy.
I drove to Fleet Farm to get wormer and a bucket of Strongid C for the horses. I know, I’m a bit late on the worming, but not by much by Minnesota standards. My vet isn’t even coming out for shots until May. I also picked up horsey treats and a new red collar for Java. She looks so lovely in red.
Upon returning home, I got to work on Easter.
I’m not nearly as imaginative as Far Side of Fifty. I love her idea of egging the neighbors. My preparation consisted of making Polish Beet Relish to put on eggs, ham, and sausages.
Boiling some eggs and coloring them. I tried to get creative and failed miserably.
I also baked a couple loaves of bread. And practiced my choir music for tomorrow’s service. It’s going to be quite the vocal workout.
One of the wonderful things about where I work is that we are closed for Good Friday. So I managed to fit in a ride on Luke yesterday. No photos while riding as it was very windy, making for a somewhat rough ride, with a few unexpected turns and bursts of energy. Yee! Haw!
Also cleaned out the garden of the 3 foot weeds and turned the soil with some help. The weeds were bad because I didn’t put anything in the garden last year. I figured why bother if the place is going to be sold during the summer. More shadows…
But it didn’t sell. So the new tactic is that if I do put in a garden that I won’t reap the benefits of until July or August, the house will certainly sell before then. I may be filled with more optimism and joy lately, but I’m not silly enough to believe that all “irony” has been completely eradicated from my life.