This time of year the weather out here can be totally schizoid. The last three days have been a good example: one day is in the high sixties; the next starts at 12° and never gets above freezing; the next (yesterday) gets into the low 70s with nice sun and very little wind. Every day is a meteorological lottery. But we make the most of it.
Yesterday we got to do some more prairie-rambling. Poor Em will probably be stiff this morning, but if the day turns out as nice as yesterday she will insist on going in. I know her well.
Jack is now bigger, stronger, faster than she. But he is still following her lead and watching everything she does. It's a great joy for me to watch them running and working together.