Also Good Friday, especially if you’re a dog, or the person walking a dog. The big melt is on…and everything is spilling over. Maggie and I went for a 45 minute walk in Whitemud. Most of the path toward the creek is snow and ice-free, but not all. Nevertheless, she insisted on walking through the slush. Doesn’t care for the pavement, apparently. Lots of spring sounds in the ravine: birds, rushing water, crunching snow. The sound of my boot breaking through two feet of wet snow. A bit of swearing. The usual…

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