After the coldest February on record, we've reached that time of year that Homer Simpson likes to call Smarch. Spring is coming and we're all excited, but winter isn't done with us. It can beat you down if you let it. Best thing to do is go out and tackle it head on, which is what we did this morning:
We had to walk in the street because under the snow there was too much ice left over from when all the people didn't clean their sidewalks and it was crazy slippy.
We went over to check on Tina's house because she's away on leave, then we went down to the river and witnessed several dramatic fly-overs by a large squadron of ducks, and I couldn't capture it fast enough, but that's one of my attempts anyway.
We walked back across the park, and past St Thomas Aquinas, where I had to stop and help an older parishioner who fell down hard. I didn't take a photo of him, of course, but I was worried there for a bit. Thankfully no bones broken and he made it in to mass on time.
Now I'm settling in to an afternoon of grading and soup-making.