When I threw back the curtains this morning I gasped.
In like a lion, out like a lamb? I'm thinking the lion rages on.
They are beautiful, these icy trees of glass.
A slight breeze blew through the trees and the ice made strange crackling sounds; being equally frightening, and somehow musical. Like the sounds of wintery chimes.
I snapped pictures off the front porch wearing yoga pants, a t-shirt, and socked feet. Not optimal clothing for a morning like this… but who has a time for shoes and jackets, when the sparkle of ice begs to be seen?
Usually at this time of year I've got seedlings growing in the garage. Not this season. I think I'll just buy seedling plants for the garden, which is full of icicles now.
The good news? It will be a great day for making bread, and (if I go outside again) I'll wear my boots for one more day!
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