I hadn’t been there since before COVID but have always loved the little jetty that reaches out into the lake at the end of Hiawatha Line. Many of the photos on the blog were taken there. (You can search the site for “rice lake” and see dozens of images in all seasons.)
I was hoping to get a recording of the water lapping on the rocks of the jetty for a project I’m working on.*
As I sat listening and revelling in the sounds of the waves and the birds, I could hear a quiet shuffling coming from beneath one of the big boulders near to me.
I looked over and there was a tern trapped in a crevice with its wings splayed between the rocks. It was still alive and struggling but I could see it was almost spent.
I suspect the last thing anyone wants to see right now is more winter. But I did take a few images that I didn’t get a chance to share while my site was in limbo, like the porch smokers in the fog above.
And this photo of the only other person I saw out during this sleety blizzard.
Over the winter I went out for a walk just about every morning. Even when it was minus 30.
Sometimes I’d go out again in the evening to stretch my legs and clear my head.
There were a lot of foggy nights.
And there were a lot of blizzards.
This gentleman, below, was making his way home through a particularly dense but “gentle” blizzard.
The snow was so thick there were very few cars, each going very slowly.
The sidewalks were impassable so the gentleman was walking up the middle of George street where the slow traffic had tamped down the snow.
When I asked him, as he pushed his wheeled walking-aid through the slush, if he was okay getting home, he smiled and said he was fine. It was a warm night, in spite of the snow. Then he laughed and said, it’s like this for me every winter.
Not to leave you with images of winter bleakness, here’s an early tulip that opened this week.
I’m looking forward to a near future of flowers and warmer weather.
And maybe we can create a not too distant future in which it’s easier for everyone get around in winter (and all the time).
I have been having a war with the squirrels for a few years now.
When I first planted my garden over two decades ago, they mostly left it alone. But as the years have passed, they have become more and more aggressive. I have tried absolutely everything you can possibly imagine to deter them, but to no effect.