Winter creeps up on us, just a little bit, and then pounces. We never really know when the first big snow will be, or when temperatures will suddenly plummet. The fall is a bit of a dance around here, and just last weekend – a mere seven days ago – it was pleasantly mild, and we did a huge tidy down in our greenhouse field (tilling, mowing, and generally clearing up). All that seems like a thousand years ago.
Today it was minus nine celsius (about 15 F for our American friends), but the wind made it seem so much colder. Coupled with a fresh fall of snow, we felt suddenly thrust into winter.
Early winter has its charms, though. Like testing the ice on a stream that has only just begun to freeze properly.
This is an activity that only a ten-year old knows how to savour fully.
Finding the first evidence of a snowshoe hare is always, always a thrill.
And then it’s back to testing another patch of easily broken ice, because that just never gets boring.
As this dog knows all too well now.
After all that, the best part of a wintry walk is heading home to get warm. We had hot chocolate and warmed up gingerbread; Reggie flopped in front of the woodstove.