Day 16 — brrrr

I am such a Houstonian as I sit here layered up with my wife beater tank, long sleeve-t, two sweatshirts with both hoods up, sleeves pulled over my sore hands and brrrrr, I am chilled.

The frogs were quite in the chill of the morn and this was the first day for the wild geese to glide out onto the pond, six in all, three grown, three small. But graceful does not mark their entry. OMG If I was a fox, their entrance and loud cur-plunk of a water sloshing ruckus just screamed, “LUNCH!”