Friday after work, it was sunny and just a little bit cool, so it was a perfect afternoon for a run. I was kind of tired — I’d been on my feet pretty much all day for the last several days — so I decided to go just two miles, with the option of making it three if I started to feel spunky.
I ran south, then east, then north, and stopped by the house of some new friends who have kittens! I hadn’t met the kittens yet and wanted to, so I made a point to run by their house. I stopped there for a bit, held and petted Junebug and Silverstein, chatted for a bit with the teenaged boys about having just finished school, and then took off again.
Farther north, then west, and I thought I’d stop by the community garden. Everything is popping up! Beans and squash and beets and lettuce — everything. I pulled just a few weeds and bits of grass and left to complete my run. (The spunk never kicked in, so I didn’t add the third mile.)
Around the curve and north down the street to the main road, then west again, across the river, and a few turns through the neighborhood to get me back home where my neighbor was mowing his grass and children were playing in the church playground a block away. School’s out in my town, so in the minds of many residents, summer is truly here.
I still think of it as spring, but it’s a beautiful spring in a sweet small town.