I’m amazed at how few people I see on my morning walks sometimes, apart from my usual guys and gals. Today there wasn’t even anyone walking their dog. There actually wasn’t much discernible activity, human or otherwise…not even a birdie chirping…hmm (well I’m sure there probably was but it didn’t seem audible.
On the way home I stopped at a small public dock and thought to myself that this part of the lake should really be more frozen than this by now. It was actually a VERY scary thought…global warming is here and now!
Later on in the afternoon I pootled down to see the wee laddie and bairn for another park playtime. These opportunities feed my soul. The weather was definitely looking a bit dodgy; but what’s a bit of a blizzard between friends and grand-babies? It is just wonderful to see the wee one let off some of that endless energy and let his imagination run free. He’s often remarked that winter is his favourite time of year. Why little boy, why? Still though, it was SO good to get out into the fresh air again.
We had a blast sledging down the ice, all twelve feet of it, on our snow pants; forget a plastic bag or sled and the fact that the ‘proper’ slide was six feet away. We must have done this thirty times while the bairn slept peacefully in the pushchair. Oh my gosh; what fun we had together and the wee laddie screaming at the top of his voice ‘Go Gran GO!’ Simple pleasures…MAKE MEMORIES!
The pools created by the ‘ice monks’ yesterday were completely frozen over once again today. We didn’t venture onto the lake today and didn’t hang around to see if they would be taking a dip today. This photograph was taken just before we couldn’t see our hands in front of our faces as a massively strong flurry picked up off the lake. The ice fisher-folk were still out on the edge of the ice, I’m sure hanging on to their flimsy huts for dear life, hoping to catch dinner I guess. Apparently the perch are what they are seeking. I truly can’t believe how different this part of the lake is compared to where we live a few kilometers away, the lakescape is totally different!
It was a bumpy ride back home for the bairn as we travelled through a cleared forest area. The four wheels of his stroller are not nearly as much fun as an ATV negotiating all of the icy ruts. We stopped by an old tree that had fallen many years ago and now thrives as an arch, framing a perfect vista of the lake. Just because something isn’t deemed as perfect by the masses anymore doesn’t mean it isn’t just absolutely perfect!
