My youngest son is 12-years-old, just at the point when his older brothers started losing interest in things like playing in the park.
So as we biked park-ward this evening I wondered if he also had crossed that line yet. Within seconds he was climbing and playing and I had my answer: at least one more summer of parks and playgrounds.
Spring stuck in winter in northeast Illinois.
…though it never stopped feeling like winter.
Photos from the Chicago area taken yesterday and today:
My son surveys the east branch of the DuPage River.
Not a sign of spring but seeing chickadees is always nice.
Mother and son walk the path at McDowell Grove in Naperville, Illinois.
Two cyclists cruise the trail along Salt Creek in Bemis Woods.
Gulls, kite-flyers, and a contemplative enjoy Pratt Beach on Chicago’s far north side.
Your humble blogger hangs at the pier at Pratt Beach (photo courtesy of my lovely wife).