AND DOWN THESE WOODSY STAIRS WE GO

 'COME ON DAD YOU CAN DO IT'

Cloudy morning but that's okay, we've had a good dose of sunshine lately and that Spring tonic will carry us through now.  Pheebs and I headed straightaway over to the Bannockburn Conservation Area to get us some walking in.  Luckily, there was no one else there.  A few sprinkles of rain in the air but we got a walk in anyways and I felt an improvement in my legs.

 NEW DECKING SINCE THE LAST TIME WE PASSED THIS WAY

 THAT'S QUITE A KNOT OF CEDAR TREE ROOTS

 THERE ARE SWAMPY AREAS HERE

Skies partially cleared around noon and we had bouts of warm sunshine.  We made it to 65F today.  I raked up our back yard and that finished me off for the day.  

 THIS BANNOCKBURN WALK IS PROBABLY THE NICEST ONE IN THE WHOLE AREA WITH ITS HILLS AND DALES

 AN OLD MOSSED OVER TREE STUMP

 HEADING BACK

 AND BACK DOWN THIS FLIGHT OF WOODSY STAIRS WE GO

GROANER'S CORNER:((    A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City. He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around. "A priest! Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps. A policeman checks the crowd but finds no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.  "A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again. Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age.  "Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic. But for fifty years now I'm living behind St. Mary's Catholic Church on Third Avenue, and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man."  The policeman agrees and brings the octogenarian over to the dying man. He kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice: "B - 4. I - 19. N - 38. G - 54. O - 72."

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