Monday, February 11, 2019

Delerious about the Ice



We've had a run on icy weather around here.  One week after another, snow, then rain, then snow, then rain, and then ice: thaw, refreeze, thaw, refreeze.  This has created a lot of ice.  Thick ice, slippery ice, polar ice, bumpy ice, jagged and fierce, as well as smooth as velvet and oh, so glaring.  Ice to marvel at and also to fear.  Walking like robots, carefully picking out the best spots to step on, so as to not smash a head or break a limb.  But when you have a puppy you must still venture out - into the cold icy northern Vermont landscape.  And we have.  Almost daily.   With fantastic - utterly gorgeous landscapes to explore and ponder and enjoy.   We've discovered some isolated, secret skating rinks, where the water has flooded the plain, and surrounded small groves of trees with rings of water that extend generously out and beyond the woods.  Inviting enough for us to return again and again, with friends, with family, with hot cocoa, with pastry, with pucks and sticks and cameras to record, simply because to be away for too long causes grief in the soul because it seems that we need to know what exactly has changed today.  This place is solace.  This winter is mighty.  Who would not partake?    











Kuba's Homage to the Ice 








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