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?
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!