Monday, April 20, 2026, 27.2* F, 93% RH, 0614
Didn’t give a thought to the deck until Zayne rushed out the door hind feet sliding in the turn for the ramp. Ruger backed slowly toward the door, went inside, stood watching. I never thought I’d be throwing ice-melting crystals on a late April morning. Walked down the ramp in night dress, slippers, holding both railings with Ruger following. Like me, he is not interested in falling. Raindrops frozen in place on chain links. Frost a sequined scarf shines when touched by sun. Rooster crowing. Song Swallow takes flight from tangled tree roots, limbs just beyond boulders. In the distance, a crow calling.
Rain, cold temperatures: recipe for slippidy surfaces.
Photo: LJ Austin
