After a week away, we return to an icy ‘welcome’ with biting winds, freezing rain and icy roads in the dark, early morning hours. Dress shoes with smooth, hard soles slide on the ice-covered pavers. I shuffle gingerly to the front door, grasping the textured bricks of the house wall to keep me steady and upright .
In contrast to the dangers in the dark, morning light reveals a derth of delicate decorations…
Icy maple branches and
icy spruce branches.
An icy clothes line and
icy chicken wire.
Icy ‘antlers’ of cedars and
icy crystals of spruce.
And buds in ice prisons, wait to burst free…
Is it spring or autumn in your part of the world?
What does your environment look like?