One spring morning at the cove

There was no wind last night, so the cold fell straight from the clear sky onto our fair settlement.

It was in the low 50s inside the camp when Dame Judi decided that it was time for the household to rise and shine and give her her breakfast.
We had one of our earliest first saunas last night. We have a lot of spruce pieces left over from the construction project two years ago. Spruce burns hot and fast and pops loudly. The aches of the day’s work softened and soon were gone. 
A month ago, the ice was still thick in the cove. Our first dip was tentative and brief. The second lasted a minute or two. There were a couple of guys fishing nearby.
“You got a sauna in there?” one of them asked.
“Yep,” I replied, neck deep in the water. “We’d be even crazier otherwise.”

The camp came through the winter in good shape. We lost one tree, a hemlock, just a week ago. It snapped about eight feet from the ground and fell sideways in the front yard.
It had been dead for awhile, likely because of the Hemlock Woolly Adelgid, and should have been culled when we had the tree guys here last year.

All the other trees look ok, but it’s still early. The maples, birches, and oaks are still two or more weeks away from full foliage. 
Our neighbors visited yesterday afternoon, reporting on their winter and plans for the summer. At their shore, they’d been scolded by a male duck that had been protecting his mate. We later saw both ducks touring the cove.
In the evening, after sauna and supper, Sandra went outside and identified the sound of the Northern spring peeper in the vernal stream nearby. Our project this season, among others, is to listen to and catalog peepers and then frogs
It’s that transition time, when something of what you need is at the other place. We have a list of things that we forgot to bring yesterday. Let’s hope that we remember the list when we go into town today.
We’ve had our breakfast and our second cup of coffee. It’s time to split wood for this evening’s fire.