winter wonderland

The preliminary numbers are in so make sure your sitting down.

Start: third week in November

End: second week in February

Total: 143.25 inches of snow

and that isn’t including the 4 inches of ice  over New Years or the last two storms- which yielded an additional 18 inches (combined).

This is a winter like I have not seen in many years. This is a winter of my youth.  Road ways have  turned into tall, looming white mazes.  The lake is frozen as far as the eye can see and fishing cities have popped up all over the Bay.  Life is a little bit harder and the world is a whole lot colder . Winter has come back to the North Country~ and it is a glorious thing.

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27 days of impacted sinuses, ear infections and migraines have kept me away, well, from most everything. We are still not quite sure what set me off- the usual suspects are present and accounted for: diesel trucks plowing the roads, the outgassing of the freshly painted market or that darling old lady at the recycling center that replaced her bath water with 10 gallons of eau de toilette. Perhaps a combination of all the aforementioned. Having chemical sensitivities at any time is a bit rough on the social aspects of life- having chemical sensitivities in the winter is brutal.
Summers on the lake is graciously accented with a constant breeze- moving and refreshing. Days are flung wide open and most are spent out of doors. Winter life on the lake is frigid and isolated. Weeks of below zero temperatures finds one running from dwelling to dwelling. when social events are available- people tend to (as the Great Southern States exclaim) put on the dog.
A simple trip to the market during the summer finds people in shorts, bathing suits, sun bleached hair and sun kissed faces. That same trip in the winter finds people in make-up, hair spray, colognes, perfumes and freshly fabric softened clothing. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t begrudge the ritual- life can get lonely here in the north during the long winters- and seeking out other humans can keep one from going stir crazy- I just wish I could open a window.

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the sacred garden: not too long ago brimming with growth now transformed into an ice palace.

And while I appreciate the promptness of those working in the mail room- seed catalogs in January is just mean.

She was in a New York state of mind

She was in a New York state of mind

Coming soon- in time for those refreshing Spring Home fluffers~ a new studio series of original shams!

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It is easy to lose yourself to time during the winter months. This photos was taken at 1:00 in the afternoon yet the ice flows across the lake reflect that of an evening sun preparing to set.