The snow close to the cabin is getting very dirty. Time to find a new water supply for bathing and laundry.
Here is my house from the pond below the deck.
A short distance upstream is a larger pond. This time last year it was open, but there is not much sign of the ice going yet this year.
The ponds are man-made – or woman-made, rather – by the previous resident of the property. Ginty Paul had them dammed for irrigation, but that was a quarter of a century ago and none of the ditches carry water now. The creek has breached the dam underneath and it has made its own path through the marsh. Already spring run-off is swelling the waters and early in the morning, when the snow is frozen hard, I take a couple of milk jugs over.
It is lovely to see and hear the gurgle of the creek after everything has been frozen for so long.