A crisp fall-like day drew Joe and I outside.
“Why do I have to wear my boots?” He asked after I told him to change shoes.
“In case it’s muddy,” I responded.
“But it’s not Mud Monday, Mom.”
I just smiled and shook my head.
We stopped by the chicken coop to check for eggs. There weren’t any, but one of the girls was nestled in a laying box. She was quite put out when we opened the box and gave a rather irritated squawk along with a beady-eyed glare.
And so, after soothing her and apologizing for the interruption, we headed out to the swale.
The sun made the day warmer than it was and shone down prettily on the brown and crunchy pasture. Joe walked around the maze while I snapped a few pictures of the slush in the swales.
The southern swale had a slushy mix of dirt, water and ice that Joe so badly wanted to jump in.
The northern swale was mostly packed white snow with a few rivulets of icy water.
I was a little surprised to see the ground cherries scattered all over the place. I don’t remember planting them in the swale so the birds must have gotten a hold of them and distributed the seed for me.
Boots and Echo ran around with us, hiding from each other, pouncing and rolling through the tall weeds.
The day was gorgeous
The wind was slight
The gloomy cold was banished
We both just smiled
We ran around
Before the sunlight vanished