Three nor'easters in two weeks. Thirty-six hours without power, and the majestic fall of a healthy, massive black oak across our backyard after the first. Blizzard conditions and over a foot* of heavy snow during the third. Two (more) days out of school.
But there are compensations.
Last Wednesday, March 14th, I slung my snowshoes on my back and ventured into D.W.Field Park, Brockton in the bright sunshine. It turned out to be already plowed. (I am informed that Mr. Field made sure his park has an independent budget.) I walked the middle (and arguably prettiest) section of the park, seldom needing to wade through the snow, and only putting on my snowshoes to negotiate a quarter-mile-long causeway that connected the outgoing road to the incoming one. Melting snow and ice falling from the trees made me glad of my broad-brimmed hat. It was gorgeous.
You could be forgiven for thinking me obsessed with water and islands (which I am); evidently the Park's designer was, too! (Toward the left is approximately northwest.)
*Impossible to be sure how much more--it blew and drifted so much.
But there are compensations.
Last Wednesday, March 14th, I slung my snowshoes on my back and ventured into D.W.Field Park, Brockton in the bright sunshine. It turned out to be already plowed. (I am informed that Mr. Field made sure his park has an independent budget.) I walked the middle (and arguably prettiest) section of the park, seldom needing to wade through the snow, and only putting on my snowshoes to negotiate a quarter-mile-long causeway that connected the outgoing road to the incoming one. Melting snow and ice falling from the trees made me glad of my broad-brimmed hat. It was gorgeous.
Upper Porter Pond
Low hill beside Waldo Lake
Walking around Waldo Lake
Looks like Waldo Lake has muskrats!
Gray birch adorned with ice ornaments.
Mallards, Canada geese, ring-necked ducks, and gulls. (See anything else? I'm a very poor birder!)
Ring-billed gull. (Only just discovered I'd been mistaken in calling these herring gulls!)
More of Waldo Lake
Crossing Waldo Lake on the causeway--my only time on snowshoes (so far) this winter.
You could be forgiven for thinking me obsessed with water and islands (which I am); evidently the Park's designer was, too! (Toward the left is approximately northwest.)
*Impossible to be sure how much more--it blew and drifted so much.
