Strides around the lake

After some long overdue spring straightening, decluttering, and cleaning, today was just too vernal to not do the Prairie Lake route for the first time this year. It's finally out from under the flood waters, enough time had been spent with laundry, cleaning and dinner prep, and well, I did it because I could. Praise God for that. "Mr. Piriformis" was fairly kind to me - but he deserved a major stretch (more like a beating) when I got home. Rascal Flatts rang true about the last hundred yards.

'Cause when push comes to shove

You taste what you're made of

You might bend, till you break

Cause its all you can take

On your knees you look up

Decide you've had enough

You get mad you get strong

Wipe your hands shake it off

....Then you Stand

There were a lot more people out there shaking off more than bulging L4-L5's. Lots of courage walks that trail. Everyone has a story. And all of the cute puppies romping made me a bit nostalgic for when I had a romper, as opposed to a limper. Beautiful spring mold smell (is that even possible?) but you can almost hear those prairie flowers and grasses just aching to bust loose. It was invigorating, made me starving for our dinner - wild mushroom and brown rice risotto with (YES!) the first of the spring chives and just a smidgen of asiago. Sauteed brussels sprouts with proscuitto and pine nuts, oh, and the pork loin for the meat eater of the family. (Who was up and at 'em today, but significantly overdid working on VM's yard...the ultimate "intensity violator"). Dishes are done, lunch is packed, and it's most pleasantly exhausted in here tonight. Sweet dreams are in the plan. It's going to be a beautiful sleep - our bullfrog's back in the pond in all his glory. Sorry, neighbors, but he rocks my spring.

Tea today: "Beginner's Mind" Sencha Green with Cherry Essence. Sorta smells like Uncle Jack's pipe.