Winter once again grips Elmira Pond in a glorious winter wonderland. Ice cycles form like spun sugar and snow heaps in piles white as salt. Trains trundle past, trailing snow like dust and eagles wheel in a goose-less blue sky. Clouds stall at attention in the presence of a cold snap as if standing by for marching orders. Not a vapor breathes from the pond. Crisp. Clear. Cold.
Elmira Pond is frozen champagne.
From my Rocky Mountain tamarack bog in northern Idaho, I toast 2014 farewell. Thank you for another year in what is still paradise--a place of rest and hope. I open my arms to welcome the bold embrace of 2015 and I dare to say to all, dream big! It feels like a good batch of bubbly coming on!
A look at the final day of 2014 on Elmira Pond: