Oh, okay. The spring peepers are apparently peeping and although I can’t hear them here at the landfill, I awoke to an explosion of wild grokking, “Take me out t’ see th’ peepers! grok grok frogik frgok! Take me out t’ see th’ peepers! I wanna see th’ peepers! Grok grok Grok Squee-grok!” Sigh. All right. I buckled him into the Ninja and off we went. Yes, he went au naturale. He was so excited he forgot to put on all of his accoutrements, fer kee-reist.

I don’t know why I ever thought the early spring season was ugly here in the Great White North. I mean the part of the season that happens *before* anything starts actually growing. Color scheme? Brown, black, and gray. Mud? Yup. But not too much for the Ninja, at least not today. Death and destruction? The wooded areas are filled with downed trees and snaggled masses of tangled up brush. I had a blast for about an hour moseying in about second gear along the little dirt roads north of the river, pocketa-pocketa, throwing it into reverse frequently to get just the right view. This vee-hickle stops frequently. And sometimes it backs up. I only encountered a handful of other vee-hickles and only one was an incorrigible tailgater and that was during the mile that I was on North Territorial, which is a 50 mph secondary highway and it was a no passing zone and man, that guy was pissed that I wasn’t going 70! Sorry buddy. So click here or on the pic if you want to see old tree bones. And a few mooly cows too who were eyeballing me with great interest. Mooooo.

In other news, I opened up my blabbering blahg of blather this morning and found that agategal had awarded me the “Making Lemonade out of Lemons” blog award! This is the first blog award my humble little blog has ever received and I am almost embarrassed by it, in a good way, that is. Agategal (of Kingfisher Cove) is one of our Seattle area correspondents. She and I are of similar age and we’re both working moms with 20-somethings and property on the water. She also nominated our own Dogmomster, who is much more deserving of the award than I am, given all of the challenges she has had to face in the last few years. And another of my Seattle blahggin’ buddies, Stargazer, who is currently visiting her daughter who is teaching in Senegal. A braver soul than I.

So, I have received the award and I have to pass it on (see rules guidelines below). I’d like to pass it back to agategal but I can’t because she already has it. So, Sam (archaeologist, not dog) my best friend since forever. The Marquis, who, when I suggested his bicycling stories needed a blog, started one almost immediately and has gone on and on and on. Jay, my Seattle area engineer [girl] cuzzint and Toilet Parade participant. And I read lots more blogs that I could list but I’m shy about commenting, so not sure what the etiquette is here. What do you do if someone nominates you for something out of the blue? Maybe this is a sign for me to be less shy…

Thanks, agategal, and quoting directly here (i.e., good ol’ copy/paste of html): Of course, all awards have rules guidelines:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate some blogs that show great attitude or gratitude, (i.e. turn lemons into lemonade).
3. Link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let the nominees know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to the person from whom you received your award.

And it is now snowing hard enough here on the Planet Ann Arbor that it is sticking to the ground and vee-hickle veeendsheeeelds. On the other hand, Hans’s forsythia bush is about to pop. Happy spring!

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