The heavy snowfall last week, propelled by high winds, filled patios and walkways, driveways and roads. The city ploughs and salt trucks, dispersed when the worst of the onslaught had passed, did a good job of cleaning up. The city does a great job clearing the boardwalk and other trails as well. It does take a day or so for all to be cleared however.
The day after the storm, sunny though it was, we stayed home. Fortunately the next day was sunny too, a real bonus. It’s been unusual to string together two sunny days this winter.
After the storm, the temperatures dipped, unusual for this year as well. Temperatures lower than average both day and night have followed. By the time we saw the harbour again, it was frozen from the shoreline and as far as the eye could see into the Northumberland Strait.
The white horizon is familiar and strangely welcome after this mild winter.
Footprints in the snow were intriguing and we wondered about them. Could a raccoon have created these prints? Are they the remnants of a boot print?
The birds were active, Blue Jays especially. If a walker stops for a few minutes, jays begin to congregate, expecting food.
Chickadees waited for seeds too, watching every walker for the possibility of food.
Squirrels were busy as usual. One, settled into a batch of seeds, was particularly noisy and cute. You can almost hear his, “Yummm...mmm,” as he eats the seeds left by the walkers. His nine seconds of cuteness are worth a look. He doesn’t mind an audience. Turn up the volume to hear his enthusiastic munching.
The trail shows the depth of the snowfall and draws us on to the roundabout at the end of the way.
A silent witness takes in the beauty of the scene despite the temperatures. Cold helps solidify peace of mind.