Last week was crazy. The all knowing weathermen (ha!) told us we could expect to wake up to snow on Thursday morning, but nada. Nothing. Nil. Friday was a whole 'nother story. We got literally a foot of snow. It came down all ding dong day. Our road wasn't plowed, but I ventured out to get my hair cut anyway. I don't need to explain, do I? I thought not.
Anyway, foot of snow Friday.
50 degrees and not a cloud in the sky on Saturday.
I'll take it!
We wanted to be out walking in all that glorious sunshine, but going to one of our favorite local trails would have meant trudging through deep snow, so we headed into the city instead. I live in a beautiful little corner of New Jersey, where there are woods and lakes and bear, and I love all of that because I'm part country mouse. I'm also a very large part city mouse, and New York City on a sunny Saturday makes my heart leap.
We decided to take the pup with us, and walk around Central Park for a few hours. Central Park is my dog's happy place. Her favorite thing in the world is stalking birds and squirrels, and Central Park is full of both.
They had snow over there too but not as much, and while the ground was still pretty muddy the sidewalks were clear.
They were also sharing picnics on a big giant rock-
Blowing bubbles of the ginormous variety-
Painting themselves silver in an effort to entertain and make some money-
Napping while waiting on a train, bus, plane, friend?
This lady lugged her harp to Central Park-
I didn't even bring my purse.
We had important stuff to do too though...
...like soak up the sunshine on a sunny park bench.
Technically hubs and I were soaking up the sunshine, and she kept her eye on a squirrel in the tree just behind us. This little guy drove her to distraction, taunting her mercilessly by darting in and out of that hole in the tree trunk-
She finally gave up.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?
Whenever we're out with our pup we meet a lot of people, because she is the sweetest, most beautiful dog in the universe. Strangers always approach us and ask a) what breed is she?, and b) is she friendly because I see her teeth?
A family stopped to chat and told us they'd owned a Gordon for fourteen years. They agreed this breed has a wonderful disposition, and were all feeling a little nostalgic for theirs after seeing ours. They were from California and their daughter was accepting a marriage proposal as we spoke. She had no idea her family was in town, and they were on their way to the Boat House to surprise her.
What a gorgeous day to propose marriage. I mean just look at that sky! I feel certain I'd love an apartment overlooking Central Park.
That one up top looks nice.
Lunch was a hotdog from a vendor cart and then more miles of walking, after which we went home for naps on the couch.
Sunshine, the city, and a snooze...the trifecta of a perfect weekend.
Nice recovery March.