Winters Bite Can Really Hurt~

I lost all feeling in my fingers by the time I reached the beginning of the back path.

I was hoping the water was still running strong. Then this walk would be cut short and I could slip back into the warm house.  

The water looked solid…  Darn!

 I used my ski pole and poked at the ice at my feet. Today the air was dry,  Mother Nature pulled the moisture out of the ground, leaving some of the ice hollow underneath.

I watched as Uriah stepped gingerly on the ice. He turned and looked at me. I could hear his thoughts. “See!  I didn’t break through. It’s strong enough! Come on!”

I shrugged and started my slow shuffle over the slick ice. 

Deciding I was too slow, Uriah came back to see what was taking me so long.

I tried waving at him to stop.

He didn’t listen.

 I tried to baby talk him away…“No, no walk up ahead of me. Uriah don’t stand next to me!”

He just stopped and stared. First at my forehead, then at my pockets, he was hoping for a biscuit. He was looking at me, when the ice popped, then cracked loudly under our feet.   All in a matter of seconds, Uriah’s eyes opened wide and looked like they would pop out of his head.  Then he looked down at his paws, and then back up at me, just as the ice gave way under him.

Luckily, for both of us the water that settled underneath was only about two inches deep. But two inches of freezing water was too much me. Uriah, at the first popping sound started moving fast!  He slipped on ahead aiming for the area with the dried grass. He knew if he stood on the grass, he wouldn’t get his feet wet.

 I wasn’t so lucky. The ice gave out under me, and only the bottom of my shoes got wet. Relieved, I laughed! And started a slow shuffled towards Uriah.

 “Nothing to worry about it’s not deep!”  Famous last words…

Ten steps in and the ice broke again. This time, the water poured into my shoes.

I hurried to reach higher ground, the dried grass, not taking in to consideration that Uriah weighed a lot less than I did.

Heavy Sigh!

Uriah glared and whined! He lifted one paw at a time up, as my added weight sucked us both down into the icy, muddy water.  The water freely poured over the top of the grass and sticks and my shoes.

Note* It wasn’t deep. If I had stood still it would have reached my ankles. *

Uriah turned away from me and raced up the path to the East. Home was to the west.

I checked on my camera. It was safely in its case hanging around my neck. My goal in coming out here today, was to take some pictures.  With that in mind, I decided to continue on my frozen walk, and I headed up the path to the east.

I was hoping to find that Pheasant hiding in the trees. My imagination was working over time as I walked.  Wet feet and frozen shoes, took my mind off my frozen fingers. At that point I pictured that Pheasant sipping a hot chocolate, with his feet up on an ottoman next to a roaring fire.

Yeap! I was hallucinating! And I would surly freeze to death under a tree.

Uriah had disappeared into the trees.

I could hear the ice cracking, in the low lying areas as I moved up the path and straight east. I tried to avoid the gentle, dangerously frozen wind, which was trying to knock my nose off.

The sun was shining brightly and the snow glittered white.  The thaw we had, a few days ago, had taken away a large portion of the snow, the rest was frozen solid. I had a hard time punching my ski poles in the snow, in a laughable attempt to stay on my feet.

I could hear the sound of a little bird, but I couldn’t see him.  Uriah gave up walking alone and came running up asking for a biscuit.

My fingers felt like they were no longer attached to the rest of my hand, as I dropped a biscuit out of my pocket.

Weather can be very deceptive and detached.   That bright sunshine and blue sky would shine down on me as I froze, sitting under a tree.  

I wanted a picture!

So I stopped and removed my gloves, and told Uriah to smile. He hid his face in the snow…

I only took a few pictures, I had to stop, because I couldn’t feel the on and off button. I slipped the camera in its case and told Uriah to run home. He took off into the trees instead.

At first I was aggravated then I realized it was probably warmer in those trees than out in the open.

 I wasn’t going to trust the ice. So I plodded forward, over the low path and ice. I stepped once more into the water. By now my shoes were ice cubes! Literally, chunks of ice!

 I hurried across the open yard!  Uriah suddenly appeared right behind me; he didn’t complain as I opened the door to the house and ordered him inside.  In my stylish ice shoes I clunked in behind him thinking, I need to toss out that Pheasant and drink his hot chocolate…

32 thoughts on “Winters Bite Can Really Hurt~”

  1. wow another one two posts in the one session lol aint we lucky, wow, pictures are just adding to your stories Gerardine and they are superb, the story was terrific..

    what would we do without the main man Uriah… becoming a celebrity lol, real nice post dear xx

  2. Why didn’t you just return home ?! Walking around or skiing in wet socks and shoes for pictures ? I enjoy the stories and pictures, but, really ?

  3. hi Gerardine I must have missed the part when you got hurt sorry didnt mean to make it sound as though I only cared about Uriah, need to clear that up, and for the comment regarding the reason for going out, would we all stay in until summer comes? people need air, walking is good for stress, yes we may get hurt but we cannot wrap ourselves in cotton wool!!
    you continue to do what you do best Gerardine tell us everything thats the whole point of writing, making it real.

    take care.

  4. I do not deal with Winter as wonderfully as you do, Gerardine. I have yet to learn to enjoy Winter mainly because I really hate ice.

    I am just very glad that you are not hurt.

    Take care of yourself.

    hugs,
    shakira

    1. justmeshakira,
      I don’t do well on ice, either, so I understand.
      I was very happy my fingers weren’t frost bit.
      There is always tomorrow. LOL!
      Have a great week!

      Gerardine

    1. justmeshakira,
      I told him that when he tried to eat my carmera..LOL!
      He can’t wait for spring, then he will be off getting into trouble. Right now, the ice bothers his paws.
      Gerardine

      1. Oh dear. I really admire people like you,
        like my hubby , you all can “read”
        your pets’ thoughts which is like so AWESOME!

        Recently,one of our cats, bite Arnold’s ear
        and he needed stitches but he was not even mad.
        For a rather temperamental man, he is exceptionally
        gentle and patient with our pets, like you.
        Gentle and firm.
        Unfortunately, I am afraid of animals.

        Gerardine, please do call me Shakira.

        hugs
        shakira

  5. Yep, it’s not deep; only goes up to here on the ducks.

    I tihnk I’d rather have frozen fingers than toes, because at least I can try to wamr my finger by sticking them in my pockets or rubbing them togethe ror breathing on them. Can’t do much with frozen toes except hope they thaw out when I get home.

    1. richard,
      Yes, breathing into my gloves helped a lot. I was very surprised at how much my fingers and toes hurt when I got in the house. I started to worry, when the warmer I got, the more the pain intensified. Usually that stops quickly, this time it didn’t.

      Gerardine

  6. Hello,

    How are you?
    Time flies, it is almost Thursday again,
    hope that you are getting ready for the Poets’ Rally,

    it may be a challenge for you to write a poem each week, but I believe that in the long run, it benefits you…doing novel takes time, it may take more than one year to get published, ..getting short stories or poems in the meantime may relax your brain, and if you can get poems published, it is faster in earning money and …

    my point is that the time you spend on poetry may be worthy, who knows when or where or what is most publishable…today the printing and editing process is costly, publishers are trying hard to cut the expenses,

    hope that you write a hit, like Harry Potter, so that you are famous for what you do.

    Thank U for the support.
    see you later.

    😉 😉

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