We drove out to Sauble beach while at the farm this past weekend and Lake Huron was frozen as far as the eye could see.  It was like the Arctic tundra, or what I imagine it to look like.  I could just see myself wandering in slow motion out into the middle of nowhere, cold winds blowing, and slowly crumbling and falling onto one of those big sand dune things and freezing to death.

I’ve been trying to hold onto the feeling of South American summer at least until spring, but I think I’m losing the battle.  We just got about half a foot of snow today . . .  and the winter boots have come back out.  Sad face.