The wind she blow on Lak’ Champlain
By’m’by she blow some more.
You’ll never drown on Lak’ Champlain . . .
So long as you stay on shore.
–(to be spoken with a laconic and wry French-Canadian accent)
It’s inevitable.
Whenever the wind blows strong at our house on Lake Champlain, someone recites this old folk rhyme.
Take yesterday, for instance. Most of the rest of the United States was basking in spring warmth, enjoying outdoor activities, and doing garden chores.
On Lake Champlain, we were watching, in awe, as the waves crashed on the seawall and ice built up on . . . everything.
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- Every blade of grass
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- I’m a little worried about the future of these small bushes
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- Same bush–the ice to twig ratio is high!
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- Ice sculpture
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- This is where I set my adult beverage. Gives new meaning to a cocktail on ice!
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- My husband’s bench, where he plays guitar in the summer
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- Still, it’s pretty
At least it wasn’t snow . . .
