The weather is workable again. The yard is screaming my name. But we're still in recovery mode. After three days indoors we craved a hike and a fire. Dogs and mallows made it sweet. So did Avery's snuggly mood. The trails in Umstead park were soggy from the rain from the day before but I lured the rascals into the forest for a *short* jaunt by feigning a Fairy Hunt. Hunters must be brave and quiet. Our clues: ferns, moss, and shimmery rock quartz. Their Dad admonished them to breath deep when they find themselves in a forest to sample the freshest air around. I can't wait to return in Spring.