Thursday, February 16, 2006

sheets of icicle



these icicles are not today's. They are from about two weeks ago. Strange and beautiful icicles, muscular-looking. Flat wide ribbons of ice, coming off the roof as a horizontal ribbon and then morphing into a vertical one: half an inch wide, up to six inches deep, three and four feet long, touching our windows and dripping down them. Who knew icicles could have such variety? We waited until the kids were asleep to knock them down (the sheer weight of them made them dangerous to the roof as well as to passers by.)



No icicles at all today. Yesterday was clear and warm, and our icicles melted and fell off. Today we woke up cold, to clear skies. By the time the sun rose it was the only clear spot in the sky, and all the snow was turned pink and then golden by the strange morning light. I dashed out to get groceries. Now it's snowing steadily, a fine steady snow that looks almost like drizzle. The wind is blowing fitfully in two different directions. By tomorrow we're due to have about a foot of snow. We're guessing that means no school. Time to break out the cocoa and some new crafts.



We have up to six months of Winter here, depending on how you define winter. Sometimes that seems like way too much winter for anyone to endure.

But I'm starting to think winter days, and icicles, are like snowflakes: they're all cold, but no two of them are alike. And they are all, in their own ways, beautiful.

2 Comments:

Anonymous kim said...

those are beautiful!
We have *thunder* and rain on top of snow today, at a balmy 33 degrees. I can see the trees beginning to sag under the weight of the ice, but the icicles are just not so neat, they're the little drippy boring variety. :-)

2/16/2006 4:12 PM  
Blogger Wool Winder said...

My husband grew up in Northern Vermont. When he describes the climate there, he says it's nine months of Winter and three months of poor sledding.

2/17/2006 10:21 AM  

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