My springtime overtures were premature. A nasty, very localized ice storm hit us last weekend and threw us for a loop. Pushed by the cold east wind, this late winter storm came on with a sudden severity, knocking out power, and caking on the ice. I'd already packed our winter boots away and stubbornly refused to get them out again, so we slipped around on the windblown ice.
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| This is as close as we got to the ice covered trees. Brick sized chunks of ice were cracking and falling. |
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| Really, Alex, this isn't a good time for tai chi. Oh wait, even the grass is slippery. |
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| Welcoming, isn't it? |
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| An inch of cartoonish textured ice coats the fence and birdhouse |
But we've been getting along just fine indoors. I've expanded the fleet of cardboard box vehicles. Ole wanted to help me make this jeep, but I hedged, caught up in a crafty fervor. I put him in charge of the bumper while I cut and drew.
Beep beep!
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