Icicles on the Summer house
These were the icicles we woke up to yesterday. I’d been calling them stalactites, partly because I’ve always loved that word but apparently stalactites are only the ones in caves and and the ice ones are just….icicles.
Icy fangs ?
My son came home early evening yesterday and broke some of them off and made a little ice palace on the garden table. I thought they’d be gone this morning, blown down or melted but it’s still there. The longest one is 83 cm high !
This was just a bit of fun and my fingers are cold as I type, however there so many people and animals in other parts of the country and on the continent who are suffering terribly and my heart goes out to them. A lot of them have had no electricity for days so I with my beloved electric blanket feel so blessed and lucky compared to the misery of so many.
On the news last night there were pictures of a farmer literally digging his sheep out of the snow. It was so high you would never have known there were big animals below. One of the sheep had given birth a few hours before but there was no happy ending. It’s shocking this bloody weather. Most people I know are fed up with it, it’s boring, grey, cold and there’s snow when there shouldn’t be but lots of people are suffering hardships that I can’t imagine. Well done to all the emergency services and other heros who are working so hard to help the people in need. I hope it’s over for them soon.
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