Ice storm!
"Month after month I lay up my hate and grudge against the New England weather; but when the ice storm comes at last, I say: 'There, I forgive you, now; the books are square between us; you don't owe me a cent; go, and sin no more; your little faults and foibles count for nothing; you are the most enchanting weather in the world!' " -Mark Twain
Grass in ice! Not a great picture (the iphone is a good but limited tool) but I love this phemomenon so much.
Ice storms were not a part of my childhood, and I love them.
It's like someone tried to preserve the whole world under glass, down to the most minute details.
Another pretty ice-covered tree.
Unrelated to this picture, but related to the world being covered in ice, my mother would want you to know that I once harbored a dream of growing up to be a zamboni driver.
And that probably has something to do with... something.
Tyler, heroically breaking up the quarter-inch sheet of ice over the car this morning.
I don't ask him to drive me very often, it's not even a mile to metro, but it looked like a cold and very slippery mile this morning, and he is a truly obliging husband.