Yep, it's still cold here.
I fear that my outdoor posts will soon take on a January-like sameness. We've had so much more of this than we're used to at this time of year:
And it hasn't gotten any warmer. I believe there was one balmy near-40° (F) day last week - enough to melt off the top layers of ice - but the thermometer quickly dropped again, sending us back into a Siberian chill.
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Walk #1: Thanksgiving Morning
Ten of the clock and food prep done, I snuck out for a quick breather. The marshy lake-around-the-corner was festooned with icy grasses:
Cattails shivered despite their velvet-and-fur coats:
A tiny remnant of the brief thaw:
The start of the trail, snow-dimpled and leaf-spattered:
Icing lay on brown oak branches:
Queen Anne's Lace raised tiny hands in surrender:
A short walk, and a cold one. On the way to Dad's I snapped this photo out the car window:
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
The day ended with dinner and laughter and 3° outside. It was good to get home and under the warm covers.
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Walk #2: Monday Morning around the Park
Monday was a day of bitter cold and iron wind. Having spent the weekend sitting around knitting and eating cookies, I really needed some exercise. I set out to do my usual two miles, but nearly turned back before I'd gone even a block. Dang, it was COLD. Finger-numbing, nose-hair freezing, photography-discouraging cold. So, although I completed the walk, there aren't too many photos!
Feathery grasses at the park entrance:
Christmas lights on the public convenience:
Pine-shadows on the ice:
Goldenrod in frozen elegance:
So wintry, and it's not even winter yet.
On the bright side, my sister recently remarked that in three weeks the days will start getting longer again.
C'mon, Earth, tilt! You can do it!
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Someone is bound to ask what I've been knitting, so I'll spill: mitts. Mitts for Mr. M (rather fiddly as I am custom-fitting them to his hands, which has involved lots of frogging and re-working and deep-delving googling of myriad knitting techniques). As a break from the fiddly mitts, and an excuse to practice my new bind off, I've designed a ludicrously simple but cute-as-the-dickens easy mitt for myself. (Because I don't have enough mitts already.) Pattern coming in a few days!
What are you making?
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