Our seven-day weather forecast looks like a strong validation of the groundhog’s ability to predict our future. But I want him to be wrong! I want this to be the last storm, the last cold day, the last of the snow and ice and danger. I’m not a winter person. I’m not a risk taker. Green is my favorite color and I long to see it again. But the weather man says “more of the same” is on the way. Guess I’d better get over it and just try to survive one day at a time.
I was fascinated to see this little cap of ice yesterday. It fell off the solar light and just sat there on the ground for hours without melting.