Ice, Ice, Baby.
Jack and I are still confined to home. The temp is around 0º C and we’re still getting freezing rain. Everything is covered in a thick layer of ice and just stepping out on the porch is an adventure in slipping and sliding. The trees are creaking and groaning under the weight of all that ice and several trees on my street have lost big branches. I fear that the big grandmother trees in our little forest will also suffer loss of limbs or even life. One heavy ice storm about 10 years ago uprooted 18 giant trees in 2 days. In places they fell like dominos.
Jack does need to get outside, though, so we bravely ventured as far as the front lawn where I took a few photos. They didn’t turn out very well because the light was weak, the sky is an unrelenting concrete gray and I was bobbing and wobbling like an egg on an escalator.
I’m going to take a page from rq’s book and leave you with a song today.