It has snowed a good deal of the time since Wednesday evening.
Today brought blue skies and sunshine and the end [for now] of white flakes piling up.
Fantastic icicles have formed all around the eaves of the house and garage, almost worthy of that scene in Dr. Zhivago.
Another shot of the ice fringe from inside the bedroom window. In the background is the van J. is loading with our motley goods.
As the sun warmed the icicles they began to drip with audible plops into the snowbank beneath. Raisin the Cat observes.
Grandson D. broke off a magnificent ice specimen and brought it inside for me to admire.
D. is 6 ft tall and figures the icicle measures about 4 ft.
Behind him, free of charge, is a view of the disheveled great room.
In the midst of uproar and clutter the last bowl of paperwhites blooms in fragrant and snowy loveliness.