In writing my anniversary post, I noticed that I commented on subdued colors, falling leaves and approaching winter. Perhaps I should not have mentioned the blending of one season into another, for I fear I have jinxed the weather.
On November 2nd, five days after my anniversary walk we experienced the first snowstorm of the season. With a heavy wet snow accompanied by gusting winds, we soon found ourselves in the dark, where we would remain for the next four days. Fortunately, running a generator for a short time twice a day insured that we would have access to heat and water. We sat in the comfort of our home watching the violent motion of the trees, hoping that none would fall on our abode.
The next day appeared calm so we ventured out on our favorite walk to the beach. Although the winds had subsided we did have some near misses as the trees shed the heavy ice-balls from their branches; sending those frozen missiles in our direction. Quite often the tinkling or thumping sound of this wet stuff hitting the ground caused us to move a little faster towards our goal.
As we rounded the curve to the cove, a single dock wrapped in white floated alone in the lake. I wondered if the owners were wishing that they had winterized their boat launch a little earlier in the season. Perhaps they were as optimistic as the sign at the beach stating, “beach open, swim at your own risk”. I like the different activities that each season brings, so with winter arriving early even for Maine, I was not inclined to partake of a sport designed for a warmer time of year.