It's finally warm enough to open the windows and let in a little fresh air. Granted, there's still snow on the ground in places, but the stream next to the house is running, which can only mean that the ice is slowly melting (as George Harrison famously sang).
That means that instead of having to get on the treadmill for exercise, I can actually go for a walk. Soon, Karen will be able to swim in the lake instead of just the pool, and we'll be able to take out the kayaks and enjoy the water here at the pond.
Okay, not that soon. The pond is still almost completely frozen. But with a string of relatively warm days coming up, with above-freezing nights and some rain, that layer of solidified water will be liquid again, and the piles of dirty white stuff will be just a memory before we know it.
It's about time.
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