I had a dream last night about pachysandra plants and the cellar door in my backyard leading to the basement in the house where I grew up. I was feeling nostalgic when I woke up. Then I heard the weather up north- mix of wintry precipitation, 28 degrees. I remembered how much I hate wintry mixes of precipitation. We decided to take advantage of the beautiful, 70 degree weather and go for a run. This happens to be my favorite street in our neighborhood.
Speaking of neighborhoods, my Dad just emailed this photo since I was feeling nostalgic. It's one of my earlier photos of my sister and the neighbors.
