We're enjoying a cold spell here in southwestern Ohio. The temperature when I got up this morning, an hour before dawn, was a measly 7˚F. Now, an hour before noon, we've barely doubled that reading. And yes, I can hear you folks in Canada and Minnesota, and atop those Pennsylvania mountains chuckling derisively: Seven degrees isn't cold! Try seven below, or minus twenty-seven!
Well, I agree. It isn't cold by your standards. But it's the coldest weather we Buckeyes in this corner of the state have experienced so far this year—and by that I mean this winter and late fall, which actually had some pretty cold temperatures for autumn. Still, seven degrees when you're wearing unlined house shoes, no socks, pajama bottoms and an old sweatshirt, is cold enough to make you hasten at tossing out cracked corn for the ground feeders…scoop, fling, scoop, fling, scoop, fling! THEN QUICK BACK INSIDE BEFORE ANY OF THE NUMB PARTS BREAK!
Yessir, we Buckeyes may be winter wusses compared to some, but we can really highstep and hustle as it comes to doing chores when it's cold. You don't find many of us stretched out beside the road looking like popsicles.
Luckily, there's almost no wind with this cold—or at least none making it over the low hills on ether side of here and down to the river. When it comes to wind, this place is rather well protected. Sometimes I can watch the tall trees along the tops of the hills tossing and whipping like they might snap off any minute…and yet down here, snuggled beside the water, there's not enough breeze to ring the wind-chimes hanging from the eaves.
The cold is having it effect on the river, though. The surface flow is already starting to look like a frozen margarita. I expect by tomorrow morning, or maybe even this evening, there'll be ice shelves extending out from the banks, and some of the quietest pools and eddies may be frozen over completely.
The eddy across from the cottage—the
same riffle as in yesterday's photo.
Given Bernie's question about the river freezing [see the comments from yesterday's post] I thought it might be fun to take some shots of the river this morning, and then maybe make similar ones later on, depending on how things change. That way you'd sort of get to watch the river freeze in places without actually having to put on a half-dozen layers and stepping outside; a view minus the momentary discomfort.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go and climb the ladder into the attic. I have a box of long johns stored up there…and I think I'm going to need them.