Proud as I am of my garden in the summer, the yard really never looks better than it does in the snow, with icicles hanging down from the old, rickety shed and white mounds covering the fence… And check out the wall that greeted me when I opened the door this morning!
Now that my Internet connection has finally been restored, here’s wishing everyone on the East Coast a happy last-blast-of-winter…
By now it’s more than obvious to most of the American East Coast, but in spite of last week’s balmy temperatures, winter is far from over here! After about 12 hours of travel and rerouting and delays, we got back from Canada yesterday to find NYC buried in snow.
There wasn’t much snow up north, but boy, was it cold. That meant plenty of skating if you could stand to be outside, and also plenty of pond hockey that I enjoyed watching from the safety of a nearby bonfire. It was a very impressive operation… there was even a makeshift Zamboni on a tractor to smooth the ice between games.
Other impressive cold weather feats: the SUV parked on ice — I wasn’t there to see it get on or off, alas — and the massive ferry (we were in Wolfe Island, off the coast of Kingston, Ontario) that lumbered through the frozen St. Lawrence river every hour. All in all, a lovely winter weekend!
It’s been a pretty good winter up here in the mid-Atlantic—cold but not bone-chilling, a couple decent bouts of snow. Whereas in the summer, I often drive out to the Ramapo Mountains on the weekend to go hiking, in winter we just head to the nearest frozen lake (weather permitting) and skate. And now that the day here in Brooklyn is gorgeous and mild (high of 50!)… we’re headed up to Canada for one last truly wintery weekend. We’ll fly into Syracuse this evening, then drive up to Kingston and catch a ferry to Wolfe Island.
Saturday in Brooklyn: high of 44. Saturday in Wolfe Island: high of 22, and hopefully plenty of ice…
