Another 13 nights before Christmas!
Sheep’s path in winter …
In my childhood, we mostly had night frosts in December. Those were times when the big city of Augsburg had many dirt roads. They were full of potholes that filled up with water in the wet and cold autumn weather. The puddles became small sheets of ice overnight in December.
We children delighted in stepping on and breaking them. How unfortunate if all of them were broken already. Mostly, however, a few virginal ones were left and it was great fun to see the ice split.
Occasionally, the pothole was deeper than expected and you stood in the water underneath the sheet of ice. That was not nice, because shoes and socks got really wet in no time. And in the 1950ies, cold feet were even more inconvenient than today.
I often think back to those days with pleasure. And if I ride my bike on the “sheep’s way” these days, I find myself again looking for the intact sheets of ice to break by riding through. It is still great fun.
However, yesterday, December, 11th, was the first day this year I got to see any of them – and they were not really frozen, either. I wonder if that is also something we have to thank the climate catastrophe for.
RMD
(Translated by EG)