The Rookery

At the end of the day today, the Herons headed out for what might have been our last cross country ski of the year.  I was really proud of them.  They've become adept at getting the skis on and have really pushed themselves to hone their technique and find their rhythm on the skis.  We skied all the way to "the rocks" where layers were shed and snowplows were, unsuccessfully, attempted.

That's when I wish I had my camera.  The sun was brilliant.  The snow still blankets all of the hills, unmuddied by the coming thaw.  It was warm, really warm.  And the hill was covered with happy children laughing, hollering, whooping, falling, getting up.  I wish you could have been there — I'll hold the memory for a long time.