The field is white, but not white with clovers or daisies since the brilliant white is provided by a layer of snow and ice reflecting the sun instead of open water on a very chilly morning.
Summertime Daisies
It is a cold Valentine’s Day, the coldest in 72 years according to the weather folks, so probably no romantic picnic outside and no kissing the ring on the lady’s hand since the gentleman’s lips would freeze on to it. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of love in the air at the bird feeders either as it is every male, female, and youth on their own trying to get a seed as the birds battle each other and the squirrels. Maybe love will come back when spring ever decides to return.
The Great Backyard Bird Count started yesterday and continues through Monday so people around the world are counting birds this weekend. I haven’t seen the cardinals this week at the feeders but the finches, red poles, chickadees, nuthatch and woodpeckers have been fighting at the feeders.
Love is Not in the Air
Surface ice had been forming again along the sea caves, but winds on the weekend blew the ice back out into Lake Superior so there is open (and mighty chilly) water where I stood just one year ago to take pictures of the icy formations. And because I was busy taking pictures of the ice caves, we didn’t get too far the first day (and didn’t reach the end of the caves after the second afternoon either).
Ice a Year Ago
The frozen winter time brings changes to the landscape and activities. Summer visitors have vanished as well as the summertime jobs and duties. And for the tugboat, Eclipse, the weekend is a long one since it does not have to report to work on a Monday since its workplace is frozen and no open water to assist boats in the harbor.
Frozen in Place