It’s only January, so winter’s teeth are still long and not worn down. Yesterday was one of those days when winter’s mouth was closed, so a few of us ventured out. It was a beautiful mild day with occasional gusty winds. The sky was a brilliant, amazing blue and the clouds were showing off every shape and color in their playbook.
Beautiful winter days should be seized and banked for the coming days when it feels like it will never, ever go away. Like last year, when we got snow into May and every flake that fell from the sky felt personal. We made a big deposit.
Someone’s Christmas was in the soggy, snowmelt gutter:
We made our way down to the lake:
Teddy claimed he saw carrots in the lake. Ice has frozen around tufts of dead plants growing in the lake.
This guy adores walks. He talks the whole time, until he falls asleep.
Beatrix ran ahead and got pretty muddy, but that’s what washing machines are for.
The lake looked like it froze in waves.
Partially frozen, the textures reflected the sky gorgeously.
Look at all that beauty. I love each season of the year.
Nell
Thank you, Nell.