M and I are spending a week up at a borrowed river house.
Yesterday we read and walked the beach opposite Elk Island and read and cooked a steak dinner and watched a movie and slept.
It's too early for mushrooms and I got no good pictures of the lake ice that kept me from the causeway connecting the beach and the island...but I scrawled half-a-poem on the way back to our borrowed river house.
I'm hoping to shake the rest out today or tomorrow. Or maybe even something better.
The best part of the day was watching M insert a screw into the cork keeping us from our bottle of wine then pry it out with pliers.
No, strike that. The best part was when he spotted a painted turtle out in the marsh and yelped his excitement while simultaneously raising his camera. The turtle stayed put but I almost peed myself at the sudden noise.
A few steps on, I spied a sky's worth of cloudy frogspawn to the other side of the path and we squatted down to see.
I'm not sure why, but it made me very happy to gently lift one clump from the water...