Music of the ice.

People who live in southern climes, as in the sunny everyday perfection of Southern California, Sicily, or Ecuador, probably think we're idiots for living in places where you have to wrap yourself up like a shipment of china to go outside and you still lose the feeling in your fingers in five minutes.

Well, maybe they are right. Say all we want about cold weather making us tougher, challenging us, but sometimes it seems pretty hard, especially around middle to late February. 

But sometimes it's a little magical. 

Icicles are always cool

🐇 tracks!

Grabbed the hedge to steady myself; was like a
fistful of frozen marbles

Chiller

Li'l ice babies swaddled in repurposed leaves

Water behaves in strange and intriguing ways when it hovers around freezing. It can even be musical. Oh, yes; we had an inch or so of snow followed by freezing rain, which left us with a musical magical shell of ice to kick down the backyard slope. Junior dog Nipper loved it. 

I'm saying all these nice things about winter today because I'm not going to have a single nice thing to say about ice, or snow, or winter for the rest of the week. We're just getting started here.