This week brought us two very cold days, with temperatures in the teens at night. That’s all it took to finally get some noticeable ice on the lake, and even along the Hudson River. Then the weather got much warmer. Today feels like the first day of spring, in fact. We have some melting going on in the backyard (luckily for the ducks, who are still clinging to every unfrozen inch of the place).
J is worried that this winter will be too warm for the lake to freeze over. He has long been looking forward to walking on it. We’re told that it always freezes though, and by late January/early February the ice fishers will emerge with their huts. I hope J will wait until he sees them safely perched out there before running across it himself.
There are many days on which I catch a glimpse of amazing morning sky while eating my breakfast and feel compelled to run outside and take photos. Sadly, every minute of my morning is usually reserved for getting ready. I almost always feel rushed. This has become especially true with below freezing morning temperatures (defrosting the car and pouring warm water on the windshield to de-ice it have been added to my list of to-do’s). Today, however, I was running early.
Jordan says I need a hobby. So this is it (for now), and it’s gonna be largely about him.
Over the years, I’ve watched him become a truly talented cook. In the beginning, he worked his magic in a dark and dingy apartment shared with two roommates. Then there was our first shared apartment, a small step up, with an tiny old school 1970’s (yellow) kitchen. Now, he has a spacious, light-filled, and newly updated space, situated on a lake in the woods. We’ve come a long way.
I’m predicting that this new setting will inspire more elaborate meals (it already has) and more dinner parties (it already has). I’m also predicting that it will inspire me to better document everything – something I have been doing very inadequately thus far.