The outside world was defined by ice this morning. Ice on trees, ice on cars, ice on the driveway, on the deck railing, fences….everywhere.
Ice, icicles, icing…it was quite an ice show. By mid-morning, the dripping icicles sounded like rain. All of a sudden, there was a thunderous rumbling on the roof and a whole mass of ice came sliding down all at once, dropping past the window onto the ground below.
My car looked really cold:
The tractor luckily would not be needed today:
Nor would the clothes line be of any use today:
Some of the patterns were quite intriguing, as on this wire cage:
Everything seemed softer:
And a close-up look of icicles, no matter what strange shape they came in, was quite magical:
My favorite discoveries were these berries in their clear, icy wrapping: