winter wonderlands

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the pond drain...water is still seeping in, despite the ice!

I love how the wind froze the water in waves!

walking on water

What is this? Where's the water?

Is this stuff safe to walk on?

For the second time in 10 years, the pond has 98% frozen across the surface. (The geese keep one small section water by leaving two swimming at all times.) It was interesting to see that one end is frozen solid at the edges, while the side near the dam is water at the edge and 1/4" thick about a foot's width out. I love the patterns and being able to see clearly what is beneath and the brighter reflection of the moon on the ice. While my favorite season is spring, the starkness of winter is one of the many things I enjoy about this season (2nd to Christmas, of course!)

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Lydia said…

Awesome pictures! The kids are enjoying looking at them!!!
Cowboy casserole- DELISH!!!! I'll give you the recipe- it's spaghetti broken up with chicken and mushroom soup and other stuff and baked in a casserole dish. I call it that because the lady who invented it makes it for her cowboy husband:)

January 8, 2010 at 7:37 AM

Jennifer said…

beautiful, beautiful pictures, Monica. I especially like the last one with the dogs!!

January 8, 2010 at 9:27 AM

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