A mild fall. A week of rain and flooding that swamped our trail of bog bridges. \u00a0A day in the low 40’s. \u00a0None of this led us to anticipate the change that came this morning: \u00a0Dec. 5, 2016. \u00a0Red sunrise followed by light snow. \u00a0 The white blanket of snow making the change apparent: \u00a0overnight, a thin lid of ice had closed in over the translucent eye that is Basin Pond.<\/p>\n
In this year of firsts, ice in<\/em> represents a significant threshold. \u00a0Our route \u00a0across the pond and \u00a0down the river through the marshland is — until the ice thickens or melts — now closed off. \u00a0As if our wings have been clipped, we are landlubbers once again. \u00a0The pond, so reflective of the sky and its moods, is now is more cryptic, harder to read.<\/p>\n Ice harvesting is part of the history of Basin Pond. \u00a0The beavers know of ice and have horded away branches in their underwater fridges<\/em>, but we — we can just walk along the shores and wonder \u00a0and marvel and wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A mild fall. A week of rain and flooding that swamped our trail of bog bridges. \u00a0A day in the low 40’s. \u00a0None of this led us to anticipate the change that came this morning: \u00a0Dec. 5, 2016. \u00a0Red sunrise followed by light snow. \u00a0 The white blanket of snow making the change apparent: \u00a0overnight, … Continue reading Ice In on Basin Pond<\/span>