
On my way to Erie (PA) this afternoon I spied this canoe inertly yet patiently waiting the thaw on the bank of a farm pond. I may just take the same route (77) to watch the unfolding of it's story throughout the seasons. Right now the pond behind it looks pretty frozen. No mud yet. The frogs and fish are snoozing deeply. The big lug of the farm dog was dutifully barking at me. But his tail evenly slapping his ribs revealed that he was really rather pleased to see me.

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