Stolen memories.

Now that we're back in good standing with Bally's, we did what any dutiful members should do over the week-end: avoided going anywhere near that accursed gym, and opted instead for a one-hour walk around our neighborhood, Sunday morning.

There's not much color in the scenery, not yet, but at least the feel of spring is dancing around the edges. There's still a chill in the air, and the ground is decked out in its winter worst, and the homeowners have yet to rake up the leaves that fell at the far end of November. Even so, we spotted a few shoots making their way out of the earth, giving me hope that our future walks will be more scenic.

On the way home, as we debated where to eat for breakfast, I spotted something, sticking out of the leaves and mulch.

“What’s this?” I asked, interrupting Corb, who was describing in intricate detail how to construct a koi and goldfish pond.
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