Yes, those are my knobbly old feet with (gasp) bare toenails. Yesterday the temperature caught us by surprise. I'm starting to wonder about the skills of the resident forecaster because it was +18. He didn't warn me at all. I subbed in the afternoon and as I was walking into the yard at home, I thought, 'We should take the dogs and go out to the river for a wiener roast.'
I stepped into the house about the same time as the forecaster was arriving from playing music at the local seniors' residence. The first thing out of his mouth was, "We should have a wiener roast."
Done. And it was a smokey roast and that's what I mean. We did stop and get a couple of beers to wash them down. Very plain and very good. There's nothing like the first smokey over the open fire unless maybe it's the first bbq of the year. (We don't bbq in winter.) The sun felt warm and the gophers were gamboling across the fields. Ravens and crows were having what sounded like a noisy speed dating event and the geese honked overhead. When their cacophony quieted, it was quiet.
We sat enjoying the sun until the clouds cooled it down. What a great evening.
I do know that the forecast is for rain tomorrow morning and it might be mixed with snow. This is Alberta in April after all. Ha! It won't last. I think spring has arrived.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.