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Last night the maple in the front yard accumulated so much ice it sagged within inches of the front of the house. When I turned on the garage light to let the dogs out, the two front lights came on too and lit up the ice on the tree. When the wind blew, the limbs twitched and jerked as though it had contracted some kind of palsy. It reminded me ( Read more... )

Everything is covered in ice. The trees and wires, the deck and street. It's not even pictureseque ice ( Read more... )

What more is there to say about winter? At least it isn't hot. In fact, brr. It's hard to get me brrry, but when I'm hotflashing like whoa, and wet all the time, taking the trash out is an adventure in survival. I'm actually sparing brain space to things like consolidating trips to the garage. Pitiful ( Read more... )