I learned a new term while iced-in on Olive Lake in May: candling or candle ice. It forms perpendicularly to the surface of the water, is easily blown along by wind, and to my ears sounds like a wooden wind chime. We were off the water so early, as seen in Monday’s post that I had plenty of time to photograph the ice. Here’s a selection:
Have you ever canoed or kayaked through this much ice?
This afternoon I attended the funeral for a woman who lived a good, long 96 years on this earth. I listened to her granddaughter, a dear friend of mine, fondly remember how her grandmother was to blame for her love of shoes and bags. I mentioned this to my husband hours later over pints of Barking Squirrel and a plate of pulled pork nachos.
“Don’t all women love shoes and bags to some degree?”