Category Archives: Winter

Following the deer tracks

As we’ve been skiing and snowshoeing these last few weeks, we’ve been able to see solid evidence of deer:  deer tracks!  We’ve seen enough deer year round and plenty of droppings and certainly heard the gunshots in November, but tracks in the snow show us how close the deer have come, how many there are, and some of their trails.


As the snow gets deeper, it turns out the deer like our trails!

Not knowing which way to go, I follow the deer trail.


And after persisting on this trail


I came out into this opening and bedding area.

A harvest of gifts

Because I was so lucky to have a semester off from teaching, I hung around Basin Pond, paddling and walking the trails daily.

Besides the usual garden projects, I harvested cranberries, lavender, and pine cones! I decided I would make all my Christmas presents!



Although it didn’t prove to be cheaper, my family all enjoyed the pine cone wreaths, cranberry infusions, and homemade lavender lotions and lip balms.  I enjoyed the satisfaction of working with my hands and feeling the onset of Christmas a month early when I was baking pine cones and setting vinegar bottles to infuse.  Stay tuned for Basin Pond Gifts next year – fa la la la la!



Ice In on Basin Pond

A mild fall. A week of rain and flooding that swamped our trail of bog bridges.  A day in the low 40’s.  None of this led us to anticipate the change that came this morning:  Dec. 5, 2016.  Red sunrise followed by light snow.   The white blanket of snow making the change apparent:  overnight, a thin lid of ice had closed in over the translucent eye that is Basin Pond.

In this year of firsts, ice in represents a significant threshold.  Our route  across the pond and  down the river through the marshland is — until the ice thickens or melts — now closed off.  As if our wings have been clipped, we are landlubbers once again.  The pond, so reflective of the sky and its moods, is now is more cryptic, harder to read.

Ice harvesting is part of the history of Basin Pond.  The beavers know of ice and have horded away branches in their underwater fridges, but we — we can just walk along the shores and wonder  and marvel and wait.