but the angle of the sun is such that the roads are bare, and sometimes I actually feel like taking off my hat. I drove up to Westport today, in part to check out the shops for some new clothes, and in part just to break free from my house and yes, Kingston. I have cabin fever. Above, you see one of the many lakes dotting the countryside to the north of the city. What you can't see is the dozens of snowmobile and cross-country ski tracks all over the snow-covered ice. For now, it's still safe to travel on the ice, but not for much longer, except for those intrepid "water skippers".
I stopped at Tim Hortons on the way to my car share and picked up a cup of steeped tea (with milk, of course), and then, full of caffeine and warm from the sunshine pouring through the car windows, I decided that it was early spring. The glass was definitely half full!
Unfortunately, that message hadn't got through to the merchants of Westport. Admittedly, it was a little colder up there on the Canadian Shield. The shops were mostly closed, and there were no interesting clothes to tempt me. Nevertheless, it was a lovely day to walk about the village.
|The view from the main street down to the harbour.|
|Classic Ontario Victorian red brick house.|
|How many post offices have turrets?|
|Notice the decorative roof tiles.|
Don't let my lousy camera deceive you. This is actually a bright moss green. I'm about to launch into a new design, with the goal of having it ready in time for the Toronto Knitter's Frolic. I made a much larger swatch some months ago, but I anticipate needing the yarn and so before I left this morning I frogged the swatch, re-skeined the wool on my niddy noddy, washed it, and hung it to dry.
Tomorrow I'll cast on for the main event with this lovely smooth wool. I won't be going anywhere. The forecast calls for snow. Again.