the ice leaves town

It was an exciting afternoon here at our old stone home on Saturday. The sun was shining so strongly that the ice on the river decided it was time to give up ship.

We left our house behind, grabbed jackets & cameras, and hopped down to the bridge to watch the ice break up. We weren't the only ones fascinated by this thundering attraction: cars were stopping on the bridge & at the town park to take in the sight.

It was so entirely satisfying to see these icebergs bite the dust. Proverbially.

It has been a long, drawn-out winter.

If were were regular champagne-imbibers, we would have risked the open container law & popped a few corks. It was THAT celebratory.

A few onlookers mentioned that it soon would be kayaking season for me. I blessed them for their words which brought me great joy.