There’s snow everywhere here. I give you no photos of little beautiful shoots coming up from the ground. To those of you sharing your photos, I want you to know you bring this knitter’s heart hope when you share them. Cause we have months to go here. Months.
Despite my hesitation, yesterday, Fireman and I walked out on Lake Geneva to speak to the fisher folk. The wind was howling. The thing that usually looks like a lake now looks like an unpaved parking lot with trucks and shacks dotting the whiteout.
See how the sky is almost the color of the snow? Does it sound like I’m complaining? I’m really not. I’m thrilled I did not fall through the ice. Fireman laughed at me.
When he said: Look the trucks are driving on it. I thought, well now they’ve weakened the ice. The fisher folk told us the ice was 16 inches thick….in places.
That “in Places” part was what I paid attention to. My logic was this: IF a truck just went over the ice, it is surely weaker now and full of cracks.
These fishermen said they caught 30 something perch last weekend and a walleye. I find it fascinating. I don’t have any intention of sitting on an upside down bucket in the cold, doing what I love to do: Knitting a sock. But, some people, live for this.
Next weekend, we plan to go to our first WINTER KITE FESTIVAL on another nearby lake. I’ll watch from the shore thank you.
I’m so glad I lived to write another post, and knit another day. Happy Winter Olympics!