It’s not the end of the day, I fear what is still to come. It has already lead us to a place that I can only hope is the bottom from which we’ll begin to climb.
But.. I’ve promised myself to focus only on what has been going on here, in my neck of the woods.
Last year, almost as a joke, we started shoveling an area of the pond to be our bocce court. Bocce on ice has very few rules. Stay on the ice, The closest balls of one color to the pig get points. Play until you are tired of it. The court is as big as I can shovel, usually in the 20 x 60 ft range, but whatever. It changes as we ‘clean up the edges’.
Sunday, because we had invited friends to come play, we decided to check the thickness of the ice. A four inch deep hole was drilled using a 1/2” bit. All good. Except.. water began to bubble up from the hole, faster and faster, until one end of the court was covered. By the next morning (no, we didn’t play), the entire court was flooded from this tiny hole and it was breaching the snow pile sides.
This morning I walked down, looks frozen to me. I’m baffled as to why that happened. I’ve always believed that there was an air layer under the ice. This was water under pressure. So far friends have weighed in with, ‘the ice layer dropped’, ‘there was a gravitational shift’, ‘full moon tide’, there’s to much water in the pond’ and my own, the beaver did it. Any ideas?
Today is the day I begin to wonder if I should take down my little decorated tree. Once again, I’m thinking of leaving it up, with only birds and lights until we start forgetting it is there. The days may be getting longer, but it is pretty hard to tell. Sparkling lights are pretty nice on a dark night. Knitting the little birds has been a lot of fun. I’m not done with them yet. It surprised me that I didn’t have many little balls of leftover dk yarn and none in bright colors. How can it possibly be that I’m almost out of yarn. Me..?
So, be kind and remember that we are all in this together. Let’s hope we can hold ourselves together as a country, get everyone vaccinated and come to our senses. And, let’s not stop there. I think a glass of wine is in order.