To live alongside the Conodoguinet Creek is to be blessed with an ever-changing display of water scenes! One day it’s ice, another day a brown swollen flood. A windy day makes choppy whitecaps, a still day a perfect sky mirror, and there are a million variations in between.
On this October day the rain had nearly finished. Perfectly concentric circles were captivating as the last of the droplets fell rhythmically from the overhanging Box Elder tree. The tiny perfect waves spread out and intersect with each other, an innocent little reminder of how we all make ripples in life, all the while receiving the ripples of each other. We’re all in this together!
Having lived here at Cave Hill alongside the broad, lazy Conodoguinet Creek for four decades, I’ve had ample opportunity to see its many faces. We don’t get to see it frozen every winter, and skating isn’t always possible even when it does freeze. The Conodoguinet is well over your head in the deep center part of the creek here at Cave Hill, so we discourage would-be skaters unless there’s a good four inches of ice.
Perfect skating ice is uncommon, when it freezes just right without choppy ridges and lasts long enough without subsequent snow piling on top. I’ve seen avid skaters shovel themselves a skating rink when that happens, but there’s nothing like the thrill of perfect ice that invites you to skate for miles! For my husband, who is a much stronger skater than me, it’s one of the highlights of life here at Cave Hill. Depicted in this watercolor is my young neighbor who works the ice pretty nicely as well, navigating between snowy patches.