The ice is falling off the trees. off the houses, falling everywhere.
It's just pas 7:30 p.m. and the temperature is below freezing.
So ice is falling.
Our deck, surrounded by trees, is ice central.
Tomorrow it may get to 50 degrees and rain.
Lord knows what that will do with the ice.
Snow is one thing--lovely and wondrous and very New England.
But ice is another thing. Not good, dangerous, to be avoided.
I fear it will rain tonight and ice over ice.
Enough with ice.
Snow I can handle and move eventually. But ice is something else all together. And it's ice we have right now.
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
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