View from the Tramp

I used to think of trampoline bouncing as a warm weather activity, something best done barefoot in summer. But this year (maybe because it's been warm, maybe because I have a greater need to move to music), I've been doing it all fall and winter, too.

Last week I ventured out in the snow. It was a light dusting, and the stuff was powdery enough to sift right through the pad onto the ground. Yesterday I bounced after the sleet had stopped and the day had cleared.

If I bounce long enough, the backyard starts to look pretty good: the brush no longer needs chipping;  the trees no longer need trimming. They are shaggy friends now, these trees, with long, spindly arms that touch the sky.