Ten is too many miles for a Tuesday.
In my opinion.
And the schedule called for twelve.
Very early spring this year.
The woods have a different smell in every season.
Today was definately a coming-of-spring scented run.
So warm that the water looked inviting.
The sunrise was gorgeous, but it didn’t last long enough for me to get a picture.
A little patch of flowers in the woods.
Um. A little over six hours of suffering. I didn’t cry. That’s something.