Ice.
Ice everywhere, on the snow, on the trees, on your car, your driveway, your sidewalk... everywhere.
It's not much fun to deal with. Sand helps. Fortunately, it seems to be warming up -- the thermometer outside our kitchen window is registering about thirty-five degrees -- so hopefully much of our icy coating will melt and fewer of us will fall on our butts or skid off roads.
There is one good (or at least not BAD) thing about these storms -- their residue can be very pretty. I stepped outside before breakfast to shake/knock some ice from the perilously-close-to-snapping slender branches of the birch tree in our front yard, and also to take a few shots of the glistening ice which coated everything outside with about a quarter-inch thick coating of ice, which was glistening in the sunlight struggling to break through the morning mist.
Here's one closeup of the tip of one of the branches of that birch tree...
... I must say I kind of like the dinosaur-claw look the coat of ice gives these branches. But I'll be glad when it's gone. -- PL
