Have been very busy, lots of memories and impressions, but no entries.
I am alive. This was my outlook yesterday morning:
Some ice has formed and the north wind has driven it against our south shore - 2 layers of "sedimentary" ice, the beginning of the next ice-age, perhaps?
Looking upward, a little:
There is "something" left of the flagpole -
Something to trumpet about - 5 cygnets that can fly, and 2 adults who know their kids are neither in hospital nor in jail. Tom's definition of successful parents.
Nevertheless, it is a gamble in winter, life:
And this morning no Trumpeter swans:
Just a dying dragonfly -