Our world was iced over this morning. The patio and steps (made of slate) were slippery and very difficult to walk on safely. But as the temperature rose, the ice layers melted. I stepped out to take some pictures and reflect.
So much of what we think of as “beauty” is such a fleeting thing: the roses in my garden, the leaves in their brilliant glory in autumn, the fluffy, giant snowflakes of an East coast winter storm… they all quickly end.
So I celebrate the glories of even an ice storm, of rain transformed by air temperatures above and below, and the whims of weather.
Enjoy…
Our patio this morning was glazed with ice!
Branches on the maple tree
Looking back towards the labyrinth.
Just as it was starting to melt…
Beautiful!
Everything is coated with a frosting of ice.
The holly tree
Pieces of ice falling from the branches. It was like a hailstorm of ice tubes!
The ground is covered with melting ice falling off the branches.
The ground is littered with branches from the white pines, too. And more ice.
