The tungsten studs of my "Get A Grip" pullovers bite into the ice and snow on the sidewalks and pathways. The high temperature today is 22 F, the low last night was 16 F. The wind is blowing driving the wind-chill into the single numbers. And yet, Sadie and I need to go out; she to do her business and I to get my exercise. We have returned to the warmth of the condo. Time to reflect.
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| Sadie hears her name. |
Sadie is pictured in the back of Bear Lake trails, off leash, standing still for but a moment, before bounding off towards some new scent or sound.
The consistently below freezing temperatures has finally frozen over our back-of-the-yard lake. There was some reluctance on the lake's part in giving into the cold so early, why, it's still Fall. Eventually the warmth of the lake was sucked out, night time temperatures in the teens, and locally, into the single numbers. At first, in the shallow portions of the lake, thin thin ice captured the Autumn leaves that were still floating on the surface. The thin ice waxed and waned yet progressively more shallow areas were recruited for their covering of ice, and lastly, the deepest part of the lake succumbed and was frozen over. The ice is not so thick that one would contemplate clamping on one's ice skates, yet, the thought lingers in the back of your mind.
Let's see now, winter is more than a month a way, Thanksgiving is upon us a week from today. The song: "Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go, the horse knows the way to carry the sleight through ice and drifting snow....." It looks to me like we will be having a "Currier and Ives" Thanksgiving after all.
As I recall, with a warming world from man's CO2 emissions, winters will be warmer, start later, and children will not even know what snow is, they'll have to read about it in books.
