Plateau. All last night, and all day today, the temperature hovered
around 40 degrees – not cold, not warm. Fog settled in thick by
morning, then slowly lifted during the day. Whatever ice there was
on our pond is gone. The water trembles, supple, unsure.
We stayed inside, mostly, and stoked the home fires. We baked. I made
bread. Jenny made carrot cake. We ate both hot out of the oven, mine
with a little butter, hers with a lot of lemon, cream-cheese frosting.