It rained Monday night. It was for-casted so we weren't much surprised to see rain drops on the window when we woke on Tuesday morning. As the sun started to rise, we realized that the world outside was being covered, ever so slowly, and ever so completely, in ice. Have you read the book the Snow Children? It feel like we'd been transported by Swirly Wind herself, to the Ice Palace.
It literally felt, and sounded like it was raining crystals.
Otherworldly, stunning, beautiful, faerie-like are a few words that come to mind. As well as treacherous, crack-boom-crash, and watch out for that tree limb. As we made the rounds of the yard, we were careful not to walk under any of the low hanging, bent-in-half tree limbs. Many were broken, and you could hear the crash of limbs and trees in the forest above us. It's was a tad eerie, and completely fascinating, at the same time.
We went to sleep without power on Tuesday night, and in the morning we woke to ...
Our world was encrusted in ice crystals for most of two days. Yesterday, as the sun warmed to over 50 f, the sound of falling ice chimed through the hillside (along with the sound of chainsaws, and generators). Unable to leave the house due to falling tree limbs and an ice-coated van, we cancelled our adventures and marvelled at the beauty around us.
By noon, the ice had melted, and we were sunning our bare feet on the deck.
Mother Nature is quite amazing, right?