Yesterday I drove through the Great Columbia Gorge in a snow and ice storm. The ice followed me all the way home. This morning I awoke to a quiet world, crackling with ice.
My precious Grandfather would say this storm was a Silver Thaw. What a pretty name. When I was a child such storms were magical. One could pull away an entire ice leaf, perfect in every detail, from the tree. Of course, ice leaves taste wonderful! Yes, I tasted one--and the magic of childhood is still there.
The ice is melting now, and as it does it begins to define each droplet where it first froze--making patterns which look like gorgeous puzzles.
This one was so pretty I wanted to share it with you.
Have a lovely week, dear Friends!
