Well, Old Man Winter – you’ve been given your
ultimatum. Diane has drawn a line in the
sand. No more, we’ve had enough. This time last year, the crocuses were
out. Just sayin!
Fifteen women met for various distances this morning – some
doing 6 kilometres, some doing 12, and I heard rumours of a 20 kilometre
plan? We were pleased that the
temperature was a bit higher but treacherous ice underfoot continued to slow
some of us down and toppled me once. We
ended up quite spread out in groups of 3 or 4.
In less than a week, the vernal equinox will cause the sun’s
rays to start heating the northern hemisphere.
I cannot wait! Please remind me
this summer if you ever hear me complaining about the heat!
