The snow lulls you into a false sense of security. So white and innocent. So pillowy soft.
But hours later, you look out your kitchen window and find that you’re surrounded by pointiness! [insert theme from Psycho]
They sliced Jason’s hand during our first winter up here. Right through the glove.
Nobody could prove a thing.
Oh, the duality of beauty. Or the beauty of duality.
I am so attracted to this stuff. I love winter snow. I love the icy points. Mostly, I love the cozy flannel sheets warm woolen blankets, and steamy cups of cocoa.
Makes people huddle close.
It sure does look so nice and pretty (the snow), but I must say that I am perfectly happy to look at the pictures of the snow, rather than live in it myself. I don’t miss falling on the ice over and over, or kids screaming because they sink so deep into the snow that they are terrified to walk through it. Good times. =)
Woah! Now those are icicles !
Weather update: the overnight last night was 10 below.
Those are some wicked, wicked icicles. . .they look like something the Winter Warlock might wear.
Wow! I had no idea they were that sharp!