Cold spots...

We grunted and groaned this morning. My sore joints and muscles are from yard work (and there are still clippings that need moving to the pile in the side yard - where a truck will pick them up at some point). DH went to his exercise class last evening so he is good for a walk instead of a run.

And it was a surprisingly cool morning - high 40s with a breeze.

As we crossed into the park the scent of honeysuckle met us. The temperature dropped dramatically at the creek bridge. It was the kind of "cold spot" that we find sometimes in our park (ghost hunters would be excited, but we think it is something about moving into a slight valley along the river - and perhaps the way the breeze moved across the water and fields).

Running man met us as we walked up the hill and he ran down. Venus and Mars blinked at us and birds began their morning songs...dogs barked a warning...rooster crowed "good morning."

Breakfast first and then a stretch of the "yard work" muscles. Those darned clippings won't move themselves...