We’re in the middle of the weirdest winter storm. The roads are clear, there is no snow on the ground, but everything is covered in ice. Nearly everyone we know in our city has no electricity; strangely, we still have it. (But it’s flickering ominously–I’ve auto-posted a few things, just to be safe.)
The worst part is watching our neighborhood trees. I’m ridiculously sentimental about them all, and we’re powerless to do anything but stand on the porch and watch branch after branch crash to the ground.
Our backyard looks like this:
…and the front yard looks like this:
And we don’t even have it as bad as our neighbors, who appear to be about to lose every tree in their yard:
I could just weep. Actually, since I took the above pictures mid-day on Monday, about twice that many limbs have fallen. Our trampoline is almost toast. My kids could weep.
But like I said, I’ve got Works-For-Me-Wednesday auto-posted, in case our house joins the hordes of other chilly and dark houses in our city. If it looks all wonky, you’ll know why.
And now I’m going to sit by the fire.