Off to the Lake

I sure like the sound of that.  If only the lake wasn't frozen.

But even the croaking of frogs everywhere abounds, as our spell of bitter cold weather is changing to the balmy somewhat recherche air of a hopeful thaw, for this time of year.

Emerging from his bed of snow he hops into a warm pocket of springy air.

I'm free!

Of course not all that is frozen will be released from the icy clutches that weigh them down.

The upside, no long lines, and plenty of parking.

This snowy street in Stillwater, surely caught a melting spree yesterday, with more arriving this weekend.

Not all of our lakes and rivers are frozen solid.

Although lakes like Lake Nokomis are frozen shut, but with easy access from shore to ice.

Okay so this photo was taken back during the summer.  The quote is important to recall.

SNOW POETRY

Lost in a blanket of fluffy white snow

we drift down

softening our bottoms

whistling in the face of blizzards

yet, all cozy and comfy 

by the fireside

with perspiring faces

thirsty for cocoa

and the frost on our bottoms

to take a leave

until the next round

puts us chest deep in fluffy white snow.

Oh well.  It is what it is.

BUT!


On my way to the lake, I'll be stopping by a Montessori school for a precious little munchkin and then it's off to visit the Trumpeter Swans of Monticello, Mn.  and more about visiting the Trumpeter Swans!  

Trumpeter Swans aren't new to Minnesota and I've tracked them to Hudson, Wisconsin and even closer to home in Cannon Falls, Minnesota.  

It's been a long while since I've posted any photos of them here.

Silly?  No way, it's one of the things that keeps our frozen tundra of minds flowing freely.