Colors

The day is an unusual one among those recently experienced. It is in the 70s and I will not think about the prediction of a 35-degree drop tomorrow. Marge has spent the better part of the morning outdoors...

Marge and rake.

Colors. A few peaking out a week ago along the Perkiomen Creek...

Marsh Marigolds along the banks of the Perkiomen Creek.

A "rail trail" to love.

This is along the "Perk" trail where I walked a week ago with a new friend Jason. I just realized I didn't snap a picture of him but here's the other side of the bridge we walked over...

It was a very nice walk and erased the see-saw snow and melts that have characterized about the last six weeks...

One little snow patch left one afternoon two weeks ago...

...the next morning--finding Subaru.

Meanwhile, over in the Midwest my sister Jeanenne was at the St. Louis Zoo with Larry and granddaughter Harper. Thought the little portrait she made of them was especially nice...

Then about midweek after another satisfying walk at the farm with Aidan, my knee said, "Whoa! Stop in the name of the Arbitrary Laws of Senior Living". And the thing swelled right up and became unstable. Grrr. So, elevation, ace bandage, ice, heat, attic-retrieval of walker and here I sit. But, ya know, it is getting better already. Got to pay more attention and as friend Pat says--have a knee box with the paraphernalia for knee protection and treatment handy.

After that brought me up short, I found it was a very good excuse to read still another of the Longmire Wyoming Mysteries. Number 12, in fact. As I've read them through our Pennsylvania winter here, I am encouraged that Pennsylvania does not have Wyoming winters. The blue flowers sprinkling now in Marge's backyard bear this out...