Only in this crazy state of Minnesota would 50 degree temps lure us out from months of hibernation for a “spring-time” walk. This places makes people do crazy things, for starters… live here. But, we’ll save that for a rainy day.
Sunday, we braved the cool temps and walked down a few blocks to one of our favorite places, the lake. Every time I walk outside, I still expect that bitter chill to consume me and when it doesn’t I do a little dance.. in my head. But, I will take 50 degrees and be happy about it, but only if winter never ever comes again.
Why, yes, the lake is STILL frozen..ish.
Little h enjoyed the walk all snug and warm in the mei-tai.
Across the way is our favorite beach and park. I vaguely remember swimming in the lake last summer, but will this lake ever return to a liquid state?
This tree is all kinds of inspiring.
And then H was not impressed at how loud real trains were, as he held on tight to daddy and through his sobs, whimpered, “choo-choo.” Sometimes reality hurts, kid.
And then we came home, watched Thomas (the train) and everything was right in the world again.