Walking right back into winter

“Walking…”, I can hear my mummy murmur from here, with a… gently unimpressed expression on her face. Probably about the same expression when she’d see my high school report cards… variations of “Seems satisfied with minimal effort. Could do better.”, or when she’d get home from yoga at 10:30am this past summer and there wasn’t a green smoothie waiting for her on the counter yet because one of us slept in, again.

So, this was more of a hike than a walk, and it was a little longer than perhaps originally promised.

My mamma bear was up for a visit the last little while, right at the turn of spring. And when we weren’t assembling some smaller IKEA goodies that made the trip up with her (I love you, Air North, for your two free checked bags policy), we endlessly explored the countryside, went on long neighbourhood walks, claimed ownership of the park swings, and played tag-you’re-it in a 70 sq/m apartment right before bed. I’m far, far behind on blogging, but with a full heart and memory (cards).