Today was the first day of spring. At 7:44 am, according to my datebook. At which time it was, for yet another day in this awfully long month of March, below freezing. It's spring, Boston-style! But, the days are certainly longer, and the sun feels stronger. We took advantage of that to go to a new park we've discovered called Beaver Brook. The magic of the place is a small babbling brook that is deep enough to carry things downstream, but shallow enough to rarely get over the tops of the girls' rainboots.
Linda and Liam met us there with Mali, who spent the time fearlessly running around with much larger dogs and going after tennis balls.
"Mommy, this is even excellenter than I thought it would be!" declared Lee. "I'm learning new tricks, and disploring a lot!"
Of course when it's only 41 out, the fun rapidly comes to a halt when the cold water goes over the top of the boot, or someone slips and falls in the quite chilly water. But I had come prepared with extra clothes, and the girls were soon dry enough to continue on to the playground (my unfortunately soggy and chilly foot being the exception, because I was so busy grabbing things for them I didn't bring either waterproof boots or a change of socks for myself).
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