The Coldest Walk

When I checked on family whereabouts yesterday morning, I saw that Jonathan was still at home. I wondered if he were ill but discovered that he was enjoying a snow day. That makes two consecutive days of scholarly reprieve. Living in a largely rural region, it takes time to plow out, so the buses were inactive for a second day.

However, your two beloved oldies kept up their rhythm (the spelling of which throws me every time) by opting for a walk along the nearby trail. The wind was up, so we reasoned that we might be more sheltered along the trail. Indeed, we were a bit more sheltered but not completely, so it was a cold walk as you might deduce from seeing from our rosy cheeks, Susie's especially. We felt the cold more than on the recent Coldest Day, even though the temperature was somewhat higher.

Our Cheeks Were Nice and Rosy
but we were not totally
Comfy and Cozy
Whatever the song might say.

The trail was still walkable because there remains a softness to the new-fallen snow, but like Riverside Park, there will come a point after hardening that we will necessarily need to choose route with surer footing.

At one point the ducks were congregating in a spot near the trail. They didn't flee in terror this time, so I got the shot. Unlike we of the great ape family, these fowl beings never get cold.

Snow and ice are visible at the bottom edge of the photo

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With your indulgence, I will just add this photo on our neighbour clearing his car in the morning. It's a task that Canadians have been doing forever, so I have chosen to try to make the photo look old, even if the car gives it away. I managed to time the shutter to get the snow falling off the vehicle.