Hey there, readers!
Let’s get this party started!
I’ve been hemming and hawing and really putting my all into procrastinating. And now it’s time to get this par-tay started. By which I mean…start this blog. Finally.
Ice, Ice, Baby*
It’s been a decently snowy winter, says this unabashed lover of snow! I’ve trekked out on my snowshoes several times. All glee and grins.
You can only imagine my dismay when our snowstorm fizzled and we got scarcely an inch. Topped with ice. Sigh. But you’d have to blind not to see the beauty. The glittering ice on needles, bittersweet. Well, bittersweet indeed.
Temps were rising as I trudged along the paths of wet, crunchy snow, and the ice was releasing its grip. Under the branches, it practically raining. Drips and bits of ice falling.
Damp as it was, the dripping ice was really the perfect parallel. These last two years have been…something. Pre-COVID and in these months since (for all of us, I know!). But this week offers a little warmth to my own long winter. It wasn’t too much ice to bear, no broken branches or downed trees and limbs. It’s been a heavy load though, and I’m glad to shrug it off in a new season. More on that in another post.
Soon the new season will be starting for realz, as indicated by my beardyman’s more frequent mentioning of sugaring. He has making maple syrup on the brain (as he does most months of the year), so soon every conversation will be tinged with that sweet stuff. More on that in an inevitable post as well. Maybe even the next one.
Hope you’ll be back to visit the cabin soon.
*Sorry for any ear-worms. I couldn’t resist.