It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
~ Charles Dickens
Spring has officially arrived. Don your rubber boots and join me on a short walk around the neighbourhood.
Drunk people run stop signs. High people wait for them to turn green. ~ UnknownThere's still a bit of snow in the shady spots (or at least there was ten days ago when these photos were taken) but for the most part, it's looking like spring in Peterborough.
When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up. ~ Rodney DangerfieldThis little cutie came running to me from his comfy spot on the front porch, demanding a belly rub.
A mouse does not rely on just one hole. ~ PlautusAnother cute little scavenger which was nowhere near the cat, thankfully but nearly got himself run over by a car as he panicked and hesitated on the road. I shooed him across the street and he promptly ran into an open door at the back of the gymnastics club.
The balanced rocks that sit on the inuksuk...represent the balance we strive to find in our lives.
Life is fragile, just like the balanced rocks, but they help us remember that anything is possible.
~ Shelley HrdlitschkaAn inukshuk just outside of a business not too far from home.
I am a duck. I'm cool and calm on the surface, but underneath it all is a nonstop struggle to succeed.
My feet are like orange spatulas.
~ Jarod KintzThis handsome Mallard just emerged from the Ontonabee River to graze along its shoreline - just a couple of blocks from my place.
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice. ~ Hal BorlandWhile watching the ducks, a little voice pieced my thoughts from off in the distance.
Childhood is that state which ends the moment a puddle is first viewed as an obstacle instead of an opportunity. ~ Michael K. WilliamsShe was full of fun and glee just as you would expect when stomping puddles on a sunny spring afternoon.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. ~ e. e. cummingsI chatted with her mom for a bit. A bit earlier, she had been running around barefoot. It really wasn't that warm out (15C/59F) but the sun had been strong and the kidlet was strong-willed. Eventually the chill got to her and she wanted to get back into the car to warm up. Little Ms. Princess Galoshes.
To me, driving through construction zones with pylons and barriers is a lot like giving birth:
I have to remind myself to breath. ~ Brenda PriddyLots of melt in this parking lot which allowed for the colourful reflections of the pylons.
Real flowers may wilt away but fake flowers have never lived. ~ AnonymousJust as I returned home, I came upon this fake flower which sat face down in the driveway. It won't be long before real flowers will brighten gardens, parks and other landscapes.
Thanks for joining me on this walk. I hope you'll be around for the next one - coming up soon!