The traditional old wood structure that sits by every community ice rink. Battered green paint on the outside. Inside smells of wet wool too close to the heater. Kids everywhere. Little ones on double-bladed training skates. Older ones with hockey sticks or figure skates. Pairs of skaters, including Moms and Dads, skating hand-in-hand. with the required rowdy kids, playing crack-the-whip. A snapshot in time.
Even with our nights down in the teens, these violas (and dianthus) survived. I couldn't resist bringing them in. Such a wonderful present for my birthday weekend!
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