It's been a while. Way too long since I'd ventured outdoors this month. First came snow too deep and fluffy for this old woman with arthritic knees and bad lungs to snowshoe through. Then came the pouring rain and melting temps that turned the snow to boot-soaking soggy mush. Then freezing cold turned the snow crust to shin-bashing slabs. Add to this intemperate weather a lonely Christmas, dismay for our nation, fear about Corona . . . . No wonder I've been in a funk! But then, Sue called: "The sun's out, Moreau Lake has frozen over, let's go look for frozen bubbles!" So out I went.
When we reached the south-facing shore of Moreau Lake, we found that most of the snow had retreated, leaving a wide swath of sun-warmed sand and a narrow band of open water next to the shore.