Woke up this morning to an icicle-filled bubble. My cousins up in NY are forever telling me that we live in our own private little bubble-world out here because the town is so small and un-city-ish.
Last night, we had rain..... lots of it. And because the temperatures were below freezing (yet again) all of that rain turned to ice. As a result, everything on our property looks like a chandelier because of the dangling icicles... the house, the cottage, the light fixtures, the trees. Icicles on them all, and I have to admit that it looks very nice, probably because I haven't seen an icicle since we left NY in 1993.
That being said, no matter how pretty this all may look, this is not exactly the winter weather we'd like to have. Once again, the weather gods are messing with our minds. I'm sure that all the tiny white flowers that were blooming around the pecan trees are now dead, frozen in place. Ditto for the other plants that survived the last frigid cold snap. I am so over (over!) trying to be a gardener out here. Between the 100 degree blasts of heat in the summer, and these arctic cold snaps of the winter, I am no longer going to try and 'make nice' in the flowerbeds. I know I've said this all before, but I figure if I keep typing these words, they will set themselves into my brain and I won't go back on my word when the warmer weather finally gets here and stays here.
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