Our chalkboard poem for today …
We took an early, almost frosty walk this morning along the beautiful Mystic River – temp at 46 degrees, but comforting sunshine all around. As always, it was a blessing to see the glistening river, a few shorebirds swimming or soaring, and the Mystic Seaport ships in the distance. Some walkers and runners passed us now and then, but it was a fairly silent morning on the road – just the rustle of trees in the wind and a very few cars coming by now and then. We kept a good pace, with me huffing and puffing and Cia simply sailing along as though she was 17 instead of a year older than me.
