I drove into town on Friday and did a few errands, bought some groceries, prowled the library for some reading material, then vamoosed myself back home as fast as I could. I wanted to beat the "snow shoppers", you know the ones, like locust, they descend on the grocery store at the slightest hint of snow and buy up every single gallon of milk and loaf of bread within a 50 mile radius. Freaky. I try my best to avoid them.
The sky was cloudy and you could smell the snow on the air. Didn't need the weatherman to tell me what was coming. Good ol' Mother Nature had decided we needed more snow, and snow she gave us. While not as much as the last time (about 15 inches at my house), she still dumped us with about a foot of that fluffy, sparkly kind on Friday night. Then she graced us on Saturday with a full day of a very fine sleet/snow mix. So fine it looked like a thick, heavy fog through the woods.
The sun came out briefly on Saturday morning before the sleet stuff and I went outside to clean off the front and back steps and to make sure the A/C unit wasn't buried under a ton of ice like last time. Going out the back door I nearly walked face-first into this ......
Icicles as long as my arm. Hanging from the gutter right over the back door. I could have been a shish-ka-bob! Fortunately I backed up in time, made a U-turn to get my camera, and snapped a couple of pictures. I'm not sure what it is about icicles that fascinates me so much, but they do. I think they are amazing and beautiful. These were lovely and sparkled in the sun. Bad photography or whatever prevented capturing the sparkle. Oh well ... they were pretty.
Namaste, y'all ...
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