A walk with Willem in the beauty
The sun came out while Willem was setting on the door step of the treefort, chatting with me. It was so inviting out there. -8C. Up from -16C. A good time to go for a walk. This is the first the sun has been out for a couple of weeks; it's been cloudy all the time.
So we went for a lovely walk down to Kingfisher lane and around the other side of Fiddlehead Pond where the deer have been walking. It was interesting to see their paths. They have even left tracks across the pond. Some of them seemed to have disrupted the ice. Snow covers most of the ice, but the center deepest area is darker than the sides where the ice may be clear. The springs in the water had thawed two holes in the ice last time I was down there. Now they are nowhere to be seen.
We walked across the meadow to Iceberg Pond. I sat in the red chair and rested while Willem took in the beaver cleared scene! Branch ends poked skyward through the ice surface. The beavers have cut down all the softwood trees and left all the fir trees. Perhaps one day the pond will be surrounded by fir trees! The hammock in the firs across the pond on the slope along the spring, still hung as if awaiting my arrival!
I wondered if the beavers would cut down the tall basswood trees. They are enormous. They could, I suppose. They would fall out across the pond where the beavers could eat the branches easily.
The waterfall beside the cluster of seven trees is no longer leaving open water at the pond edge. I guess it's frozen solid in the pond that's far above and across the esker top.
We didn't walk around Iceberg Pond and didn't try to loose the other red chair from the grips of the ice. Just the ends of the legs were visible.
We walked back along the Clothwalk Trail. Willem packed down all snow in the path ahead of me! What an sweet act of service! He is an unbelievable person! Although we could no longer see the clothwalk, the path it made was quite fixable in the snow. We came to the end of the trail though the bent yellowish canary grass. I loved looking at the formation of the frost flakes around the edges of the deer tracks. The heat from the earth had risen up out of the small holes and the moisture from melting the flakes a bit swelled the near the top of he snow. It's always so lovely to look through the holes I the grasses at the mysterious world in the grass clumps beneath the snow.
At the other end of the clothwalk, we sat in the Gypsy Wagon for a few minutes and imagined living in it, cooking in it and just carrying on life from there.
We went afterwards to Deer Blind Tipi and noted how dry the hammocks were in there. As we passed Jopi Tipi at the corner of Fiddlehead Pond, I suggested we go sit in there with the Christmas lights on. Willem rater preferred to head back up to the house.
The sun shone through the bare maple treetops, illuminating the ice that encased each branch to the tiniest twig. It was breathtaking! Each branch is covered with about an inch of snow, which clings to the ice that was there first.
So we went for a lovely walk down to Kingfisher lane and around the other side of Fiddlehead Pond where the deer have been walking. It was interesting to see their paths. They have even left tracks across the pond. Some of them seemed to have disrupted the ice. Snow covers most of the ice, but the center deepest area is darker than the sides where the ice may be clear. The springs in the water had thawed two holes in the ice last time I was down there. Now they are nowhere to be seen.
We walked across the meadow to Iceberg Pond. I sat in the red chair and rested while Willem took in the beaver cleared scene! Branch ends poked skyward through the ice surface. The beavers have cut down all the softwood trees and left all the fir trees. Perhaps one day the pond will be surrounded by fir trees! The hammock in the firs across the pond on the slope along the spring, still hung as if awaiting my arrival!
I wondered if the beavers would cut down the tall basswood trees. They are enormous. They could, I suppose. They would fall out across the pond where the beavers could eat the branches easily.
The waterfall beside the cluster of seven trees is no longer leaving open water at the pond edge. I guess it's frozen solid in the pond that's far above and across the esker top.
We didn't walk around Iceberg Pond and didn't try to loose the other red chair from the grips of the ice. Just the ends of the legs were visible.
We walked back along the Clothwalk Trail. Willem packed down all snow in the path ahead of me! What an sweet act of service! He is an unbelievable person! Although we could no longer see the clothwalk, the path it made was quite fixable in the snow. We came to the end of the trail though the bent yellowish canary grass. I loved looking at the formation of the frost flakes around the edges of the deer tracks. The heat from the earth had risen up out of the small holes and the moisture from melting the flakes a bit swelled the near the top of he snow. It's always so lovely to look through the holes I the grasses at the mysterious world in the grass clumps beneath the snow.
At the other end of the clothwalk, we sat in the Gypsy Wagon for a few minutes and imagined living in it, cooking in it and just carrying on life from there.
We went afterwards to Deer Blind Tipi and noted how dry the hammocks were in there. As we passed Jopi Tipi at the corner of Fiddlehead Pond, I suggested we go sit in there with the Christmas lights on. Willem rater preferred to head back up to the house.
The sun shone through the bare maple treetops, illuminating the ice that encased each branch to the tiniest twig. It was breathtaking! Each branch is covered with about an inch of snow, which clings to the ice that was there first.