Rivers Will Be Rising

I was thinking while dutifully knitting the day's six rows of sock knitting that for me, a lot of blog posts start with a picture. Like Alice in Wonderland, I like pictures and conversations:

...'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversations?'

If I have a picture, I have something to start a conversation about. Sometimes I take photos to illustrate the conversations that go on in my head.

This one illustrates the contrast between Tuesday and Saturday.

We are having another winter heat wave. Southern Hemisphere readers may now throw shoes - our heat wave was up to 53 F (12 C), but it felt warm enough to us that our son and I went outside in boots (for the slushy snow) and t-shirts (for the sunshine)!

We sloosh-slooshed down the driveway to take a picture of the rising water:
And it was while we were slishing through the slush out to the fire circle that I realized that one reason I haven't posted as much this winter was that I was reluctant to take my camera outdoors when it was 19 degrees F.

The cold makes the batteries claim to be low, and the lens fogs up when I come back in. I thought about knitting my camera a woolly hat and some mittens.

All too soon, we had to take our wet feet indoors: my favorite boots have developed a crack on one side, and the child's boots are those fabric-instep ones, great for real cold, but not leakproof.

And now we'll have to keep an eye on the basement for the next couple of days.