on winter weather and the weekend past
We went to Muskoka this past weekend.
It snowed big beautiful flakes for near two straight days.
Those ones that just seem to hover there.
The kind that remind you that winter
is still at least a little bit,
that make you
crave crackling fires and wool socks.
That make you think of homemade bread
and bowls of soup.
We saw wild turkeys,
and waterfalls that had turned to ice.
We walked on frozen lakes,
on snowy paths
saw fishing huts lined up in a long straight row.
It was nice.