I chortled and cheered yesterday about the ice leaving our bay on Lake Champlain.
I marveled at the movement of the water.
And my, how that water moved, driven by high winds, throwing wave upon wave to our seawall.
We had ice out . . . but also lots of ice ON!
All our red flower pots, the small fire pit, the limbs I’ve been clearing from the lawn, and every blade of grass on the lawn . . . all glowing, encased in ice.
Welcome to spring in the North Country of upstate New York . . . .