Puddle Pond

Paddling.

She'd been in the orange river and self-selected a bit of a rinse off in this flooded spot. The river was a wall of brown water as the rain and warm air put paid to much of the snow, so we steered clear.

Edit Update: Red roses arrived at the door tonight. Sadly I didn't realise they weren't for our address until the delivery man had gone. I kept a warm heart as I walked them up the hill, in the rain, to the right house. "Drive" not "Road".
I knew they weren't from MrP, we don't really do Valentines.