We went on a walk this afternoon.
Amélie rode her tricycle.
I pushed Jack in his stroller.
We exchanged pleasantries with neighbors about the weather.
An old man reclined on his porch drinking an icy Coke.
Three teenage girls sat on a porch swing and chatted on the phone.
Amélie peddled her trike over our town’s buckled and broken sidewalks and asked about people’s lawn ornaments.
Jack soaked in the sights of spring bugs, leaves, and twigs.
We all stood under the budding weeping willow, and I thought that perhaps Spring was on its way.
Back home, we sat on our wrap-around porch and ate popsicles.
A stray dog showed up in our front yard and played with Ed and Molly.
A big burly man walked down the street with his dog. My dogs ran out to say hello. He yelled at them and at me.
I spat out a name in his direction and suggested that while my dogs were friendly he, most certainly, was not.
Apparently some leftover winter bitterness remains.