Spring is coming. I can tell because I just had a bath, the crocuses have nosed through the icy earth, and the neighbors are starting to check out their lawn mowers, motor cycles, motor anythings. Sometimes we walk around the lake at Belmont Park, which is too much fun, especially for Shane, who whines every time he sees another dog—a practice he should do away as soon as he gets used to the idea that he’s not the only dog in the world (besides me, of course).
Who knew Belmont Lake could be so beautiful? We’ve been living here for four years, and we just “discovered” it. It’s like Central Park, except that people say hello even if they’ve never seen you before. Now, that’s so un-urban, but it’s reassuring.
Once we get back from the park, we’re very tired. Me, I like to sit in the yard until I’ve gotten my second wind. Shane? Well, just look at the photo.
Best wishes, Juno
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