|I caught a couple of droplets falling from the icicles in this shot.|
We had modern art after we put a letter in the mailbox.
But those icicles became missiles yesterday morning, when the sun shone and the temperature climbed. It sounded like a war zone as ice hit the roof and the awnings. But it was better than the branches themselves.
Inside the house, it looked like Christmas. Outside, a Thanksgiving pumpkin entrapped in ice still celebrated autumn, and the fall flag still rustled in the wind.
Online, I saw beautiful photos of the season's last roses and daises cloaked in ice. I had to settle for the subtle yellow of a shrub's leaves and a stalwart weed that didn't bend to the weight of the ice.
Walking across the ice-covered ground reminded me of the snap, crackle and pop of a certain well-advertised breakfast cereal.
Thankfully, the cattle stayed in their pastures. Even those kept in place by electric fence didn't venture from their appointed settings.
Just like a little makeup enhances our features, a little sun would have made these photos shine. But the melting started before the sun arrived. Timing is everything.
(None of the photos I tried yesterday morning while dodging falling ice were worth sharing. Some days are like that!)