Monday, December 27, 2010


Soft snow that crumbles in your hands came to the mountains. Six inches last night from the measurement on the upper deck of the house. This afternoon, I saw icicles as I carefully made my way in boots to the mail box. No mail, but then then mail does not run in bad weather. The sun caught the ice and rainbows were sparkling in the sunshine. The snow on the roof reminds me of cotton balls. All along the valley road, the snow covers the fields without a foot print on the newly fallen snow.
Inside, Maggie has science experiements with the icicles. They are in the sink with the timer turned on to discover how long it will take before they melt. House full of family...
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