Ice, Ice, Baby!

A bit of ice in Camp Hill

A bit of ice in Camp Hill

I think we dodged the bullet on this one. We were supposed to get an ice storm last night and into this morning but by the time morning rolled around, it was raining like crazy and everything but the pavement was iced over but the streets had remained warm enough that they were OK.

I sat inside and soaked up the warmth (God bless the option of gas heat in the winter) until I decided it was time to head out and mail some things that simply had to get out today.  And I’m glad I ventured out.  It was so beautiful driving along the side streets and seeing the patterns of ice on the trees.

Our icy dogwood framed against the garage roof.

Our icy dogwood framed against the garage roof.

Although the pictures don’t capture it, the sky had a special glow to it.  It was like that unusual brightness at night when you are in the middle of a snowstorm.  It was strange!  Just as strange was a feeling that I got as I was driving away from the post office that something exciting was going to happen today.  I mean, it was raining.  How could that be exciting?  And it was cold.  Two strikes against excitement in my book.  But I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something extraordinary was about to happen.   

 

My Uncle Cliff (long gone these many years) would have called it having a “fey” moment.  I get them now and then.  I felt like I might hear the doorbell ring and open the door to find that one of my children had flown over or driven up to surprise me.  Or my hubby might call to say he’d just been offered a transfer to Texas.  One time, when I’d had one  of these feelings, I had just stepped off a plane from a business trip and my husband greeted me with the news that he’d been offered a tour of duty in Morocco with all of us able to go with him.  Exciting!

Evergreen bushes display their icy beauty.

Evergreen bushes display their icy beauty.

Hmm, it is 7 p.m. now and nothing out of the ordinary has happened yet.  Of course, it’s a late night for my husband so there is still a chance that he might have some news.  But even if his day has been unremarkable, I can’t really complain.  I got to see my neighborhood in a completely different way today, familiar surfaces encased in ice, glistening in a strange light that spoke to me with a promise of things to come.

Icy Lavender waits for spring.

Icy Lavender waits for spring.

                                                                                        

Butterflies won't be landing here for awhile.

Butterflies won't be landing here for awhile.

Icicles hang from the mailbox and lavender bush.

Icicles hang from the mailbox and lavender bush.

  • I’m also having a “fey” moment today–but, I think it’s because we have sunshine for a change! Everything seems possible when it’s sunny.

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