It’s an interesting time of year for the river. It changes every time I look at it; sometimes choked with ice, and other times almost wide open. I took these two photos an hour apart.
Any day now we’ll get to witness the exciting ice break-up, when chunks of ice come surging past us, with creaking and groaning and crashing; some bergs heaving on top of others, some being forced under, and the ever present tinkling sound of little bits of ice against the shore. Last year we stood and watched, mesmerized, at the wonder of it all, and had a bonfire to celebrate the coming of spring. I’ve got veggie dogs on standby in the fridge….it could be any day now!
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Yesterday L and I had a lovely “girls day”. I took her to get her hair cut, and then we went rubber boot shopping. Her idea. She’s been yearning for a pair of fancy fashionista rain boots for a while now. We found a pair, and when I saw some little pink flowery ones, I couldn’t resist buying them too, because J, I know, will outgrow her love of everything pink very soon, probably over the summer, and then my days of mother to anyone pink and frilly will be over for good.
As soon as we got home, the girls went off to the creek to try out the boots. Hand in hand, swinging my camera by its strap, ready for a little adventure, which, because they were headed by Miss L, they got. The way J tells it, they got stuck knee deep in mud, L had to stick her hands under her boots to pry them out, and then had to crawl across the muck to rescue J, who by this time was shrieking in fear for her life (L, laughing hysterically and not at all sympathetically, told me that J must have thought she was being sucked down into quick sand, but J insists that she was merely afraid that she’d be stuck there forever). J was dragged bodily to safer ground, and then a second rescue mission had to be undertaken to salvage the brand new pink boots, which got left behind.
It sure explains why they arrived home nearly unrecognizable under a layer of mud. L says that people were staring at them as they clomped home with several pounds of clay on their boots, and mud in their hair, but that she didn’t care. She said it was an Excellent Mud Adventure. I’m just glad that J’s new over-sized winter coat in pale lavender that was meant to be used next year as well came clean in the wash.
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