Lately I seem to have nothing to say. Usually the words are just ready to spill out of my head on a daily basis, but now they escape me. I even have a new camera and find nothing to take photos of. ~~ack!~~  I would say I was having a meltdown, but just the opposite is the case. Take a look at our Green Turtle Pond and you will see what I mean.

There is a reason why we put the canoe up for the winter this past weekend. I think we would need to make it an icebreaker in order to use it! Don’t worry Andy, it’s all cozied up in prime real estate: our basement. I couldn’t bear to see it covered in a freezing wintry mix.

I took these photos today. Last year it was well into January before the pond started to freeze over. I was still taking Bart for his daily wades a year ago while today leaves lay entombed beneath a layer of ice.

Today as I walked down to the pond the air was damp, the humidity making it feel at least 10 degrees colder than the actual temperature. My normal hairstyle of carefully ironed-straight hair could not be contained. It reverted to its natural waviness when the dampness raked its clammy fingers through it. I could feel it shrinking; curling up around my face, giving in to its natural tendency as I walked. I could feel its damp breath on the part in my hair, numbingly so, as I reached the end of my walk. plop! went the tiny, moisture-laden droplets of cold rain on my shoulders. Good thing I was almost home.

I’m not complaining. Really, I’m not. I like the weather this way. It does wonders for my skin. They are predicting snow for Thursday here. Maybe even a considerable amount of snow: 3-6 inches for us up here in “the mountains.” If so, then I can show you our newest toy. I just wish my brain was functioning properly. Maybe the snow will sweep away the blank slate and give me something else to write on. Here’s hoping…