P and David and Hillary and Lindsay and Maya and I headed out after lunch to hike the east river trail starting at Owen Park. Such a perfect almost-cool, sunny, crisp, slightly breezy afternoon. D and M jumped into the icy river while the rest of us cheered them on.
As we passed the chicken yard I could not resist the plumping, primping Jersey Blacks. The grass, like all grass around here, is as stiff and dry as February. We are parched.
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