Several days of cold and the pond has a glassy cover of ice drawing ever closer to the center where the bubbler keeps it stirred up. I’ve seen it much colder and the ice much thicker, but I am beginning to feel like I am watching the plot develop in a favorite old movie, knowing where it is going and how it will end. I like the way the cycles of life repeat on the farm. It is slow and reassuring.
I find it interesting that even in the frigid cold, a bright green bloom of algae is living along the shore within the crust of ice. Perhaps the color is suspended in ice like vegetables in the freezer and it will turn brown in the spring thaw. It looks alive and growing, though, and it is kind of spooky. Those mysterious gray spheres are just tennis balls that were never fetched back to shore and probably never will.