(The pond at sunrise this morning.)
We woke up this morning to find the outdoors had been turned into a winter wonderland. Everything not already covered with snow had a coating of hoar frost. The camera couldn’t quite capture it in the dawn light. It looked a little like a giant came by and dusted everything with pink and purple confectioners sugar.
I thought about going out to take some photos. I checked the thermometer and it was registering the temperature as 0.2 degrees (F). It’s not easy to make yourself go out into that kind of cold first thing in the morning, before the morning tea and breakfast. So, I didn’t. I put on my exercise clothes and hopped on the treadmill for a while, working up a nice sweat.
A little while later, as I was eating breakfast, I was staring out at the view of the pond thinking I really should bundle up and go out to take some photos. I thought about it some more and took a few more shots from indoors.
That is when it occurred to me that I am a wimpy photographer. What’s a little cold weather if you’re looking for a good shot? To be honest, my photography has been uninspired lately. My camera is failing and some creativity is required to accommodate the problems with it and there are times when I get tired of trying to work around the blob or the inability of the camera to focus or deal with whatever its latest tricks happen to be.
It wasn’t the wimpiness that drove me outdoors, though. It was the next thought. The thought that if I’m not willing to bundle up to go outside and admire the beautiful and temporary exhibit Mother Nature put on for us this morning, then I must be old. Not getting old. Already old.
(Snow on the roof.)
Well, that did it. I was going outside, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. By that time the temperature was up to a balmy 14 degrees and the sun was shining brightly on the Bogs. I layered and layered. I put on two pairs of thick socks. I wore a face mask and a hat along with the hood from my winter coat. I wore gloves with mittens over them. When I went out on Saturday I wore just the gloves and my fingers were nearly frozen by the time I came back inside. I find mittens keep my hands warmer than gloves but I can’t operate the camera while wearing mittens. Doubling up that way turned out to be a good idea. My fingers stayed warm and toasty, and it was easy enough to slip off the mittens when necessary.
The hoar frost made everything glisten and sparkle in the sunlight. It was worth trudging around in the snow, going from one part of the property to the next just to see what I could find. There are a lot of deep drifts around the property, some almost up to my waist. It’s good exercise walking around in snow like that. Someday I’ll invest in snowshoes. This is the perfect kind of snow for them.
(Old garden hoe now serving as a fence post.)
One of the prettiest spots on the property is the garden area. The frost looked like lace covering the delicate asparagus fronds.
(Frosted female asparagus ferns.)
Another round of snow will be arriving tomorrow. We’re under a winter weather advisory until Wednesday. If some of those drifts get any higher, I won’t be able to trudge through them.
P.S. Pardon the play on words in the title. I couldn’t resist. I trust you understand why now that you’ve gotten past the garden photos.