The weather people here must struggle with boredom. Tomorrow morning, there's supposed to be a bit of sunshine. And from there on, it's rain for the foreseeable future. Rain, showers, rain, rain, rain. ... The difference between showers and rain, as far as I can tell, is that when it's showering, sometimes it stops for a bit.
So I was surprised to see ice on puddles at the mouth of the Ridge Trail, at under 100 metres above sea level. Just there, and nowhere else.
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| On the gravel road, a mini-puddle, with frozen maple leaves. |
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| In each puddle, the ice takes on different forms, makes unique patterns. Here, the puddle is about two inches deep, on mixed grass and weeds beside the trail. |
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| On green grass, weeds, with fallen maple leaves. Curvy fracture lines. |
A few metres farther on, the trail enters the shelter of the forest. No ice here. Everything is dripping wet and waiting for the next rain shower.
I always enjoy your posts in the morning.
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DeleteThey called for snow last night but got none, not even on the peaks around us. This is going to be the warmest winter around here if things don't change. - Margy
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