'Tis the season for knitting, books, and Very chilly hikes. I just finished these socks for John, and then found out that I had changed the pattern on the second sock, which made it too small, so it's frogging and re-knitting for me. Ack. Still. These will be warm and soft and not-too-bulky for years to come, so they're worth the effort.
And frustration is the new joy, right? Ha.
The weather has been strange. Very cold (though not into negative numbers yet), and very dry. We still have patches of snow, but nothing fresh, and any liquid is solidly frozen. We saw folks skating on Johnson Pond at Colby College yesterday. It made John and I think about buying some ice skates!
Ice Needles have formed all along the wooded trails, mostly in the duff. They crunch outrageously underfoot. This is not a great image, but it gives you an idea. Jasper is largely unfazed by the cold weather, but I do check the temperature of his feet periodically when we're out for more than 45 minutes or so.
I'll close with an image from the top of Mt. Phillip. It's hard to see, but the ice on the lake is coalescing into a whole from plates. Another wonder of physics whose cause eludes me. Need to seriously consider those skates. . .
