Katya was very disregulated this morning. Usually she rocks and flaps in the car and in church–today she was oddly still. Her emotions, however, were all over the place–tears to laughter to anger to loving hugs in no time flat. It isn’t even full moon–though we are in the middle of a sudden weather change.
So we took her for a hike to see if outdoors and exercise would help.
The trail was much steeper than we thought it would be, but Katya is an amazing hiker and went bouncing along ahead of us, hollering for us to hurry up and come on!
She kept saying “Hot! Hot! Cold!” This is the first summer she’s had enough body fat to get really warm from exercise, and it was a new experience for her. She wanted to be cold again!
This is Katya heading back down the trail, after a nearly 4mi hike. She was nice and calm, and rocked the whole way home.
We had to take Katya to a doctor over Easter Weekend, and drove through this cute little town, with the most amazing bridge! I had forgotten my camera at home, so all photos are stolen from Mum’s FB. In all fairness, I did take 3 of the four.
The bridge ran through the middle of the river, instead of merely crossing it–something that this picture doesn’t show at all. It does show a cool mill. If I can gain access to Mum’s phone, I will put up a better one, later.
Katya loved jumping to make the bridge rock and sway. She was rather giddy with happiness.
It was cold and windy, and we later took refuge in a used book shop–yes, purchases were made– before taking a recommendation for a local eatery. After all, what’s the fun of traveling if you always eat at the same chain restaurant?
We’ve really been trying to get more exercise this year, to make up for the long, asthmatic months of winter when too many of us don’t dare to poke our noses out of doors.
Chad and I went for a walk on a little used–yet comfortingly populated–road, and found this perfect drinking glass half buried on the bank. We also found an abandoned homestead foundation, an old rock retaining wall, wonderfully twisted trees, a vintage pop can much crushed, and a fascinating skeleton (we think it was a opossum); but we couldn’t take any of those things with us. Well, maybe the skeleton, but the bits that were below ground smelled a bit rank yet, so we left it. Also, this glass makes a perfect vase.
With spring, as everyone knows, comes the birds. This is a red-bellied woodpecker, who behaved itself quite well, with it’s creamy waistcoat and fashionably striped jacket and scarlet cap.
Not pictured Edit: Wait! I took a picture! is the addled robin who comes several times a day to rap on our living-room window. He is not dissuaded even by paper on the window. Instead of settling down to find a nice mate and a nest, he spends much of his time sitting in the tree, glaring menacingly at his reflection.
It’s a long-time tradition at our house–the spring cake. A yellow cake topped with icing, green coconut flakes, jelly beans, and peeps. One year, when I was feeling fancy, I even candied some violets for it.
Katya helped shake the coconut with the food coloring, I made and frosted the cake, and Chad pitched in with decorating. This year the only peeps mum could find that were safe for everyone were noxious green “sour watermelon” flavored. Nobody liked them. Actually, the only candy that got eaten was the jelly beans, which were the health-food store sort. The rest was picked off and left in a pile in the corner of the cake pan. Mum didn’t care–sweets are by no means mandatory at our house. :-) With spring-cake, it’s the thought that counts.