Ice over Stones
(Sleeping bear?)
We finally had the first icy puddles of the ‘winter’ this week, complete with beautiful swirling patterns of air bubbles as the water disappears from underneath. Such fun to crack with the most amazing and varied sounds.
Best of all, the mud has been frozen into submission for a few days so that I may walk in my garden again!
Ice crystals on farmland
I am reminded of a story, that may or may not be true, of making apple brandy from cider in the winter. Apparently people used to put a barrel of cider outside in a covered area, and then every time the top froze the ice would be removed. By the end of the winter most of the water would be gone, leaving only the apple and the alcohol. Winters must have been a lot harder in years gone by!
Icy Puddle Face
