Winter Legs
It must be March. In a span of five days I scooped a foot of snow out of our Boston Whaler, stoked a fire all night to keep the pipes from freezing, picked my first daffodil of the season and kayaked to the mouth of the Patuxent River. My plan for the rest of the month is to do one more thing than I want to do - each day. Today it was going to the DC Friends of Ireland Festival. I would really have preferred to stay home and twitter -or is it tweet?
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