If the Pennsylvania groundhog (I mean, really, who can spell - or even say - Punxsutawny?) were in the South, he would wake up to the sound of ice-coated trees and limbs snapping - it sounds like gunshots - and crashing to the ground. Sitting on the back porch in my thick housecoat, with an electric heater running full blast at my feet, I hear that sound right now. With trees all around our house, it's a little unsettling.
This mess started Monday night. Our whole family (almost) had tickets to see the Glenn Miller Orchestra in Memphis. Prior to the concert, because of the weather predictions, there was debate about whether we should go and risk sliding home on ice. Eventually, we decided to give it a try, and check outdoors at intermission to see what the weather was doing. At intermission, a misty rain was falling. One car-load of us gave it up at intermission and headed home; the other stuck it out to the end and still made it home ok.
But the next morning...ice, ice, baby!
It's starting to melt a little now, and probably will be gone by tonight (it's supposed to be 50 degrees today).
We'll need to pick up limbs again. It'll give me another chance to use the limb-grinder. ;)
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