March, you sexy beast, I can’t even handle how gorgeous you are. Took a little run to the hay meadow (at the top of the rise in the road, on the right/north) this evening. My boys and my ancient hound, Piper, accompanied me.
Collin got tired pretty quick and wanted to turn back for home. Then he said, “I know a faster way to get home.” I expected him to suggest cutting though the field, which would involve crossing a creek and picking plant debris out of our clothes and shoes. But no, he just said, “we should run back.” OK. Not what I usually do when I’m tired, but let’s go!