This past Saturday we had a winter storm. No matter that is technically spring. The temperature dropped and we awoke Saturday morning to freezing rain which turned to sleet at mid-day. Everything was coated in ice. Beautiful, but when limbs on trees appear ready to give way pretty doesn't cut it.
About the time I started thinking we were going to loose some tree limbs the sleet turned to snow. Enormous snowflakes that looked like thousands of Kleenex had just accidentally gone through the wash cycle.
Sunday reached fortyish degrees. The ice melted and most if the snow disappeared. By yesterday afternoon there was no evidence of the winter storm whatsoever.
Here's the weird thing. The forsythia, daffodils, hyacinth are still blooming! So are the Pear and Magnolia trees! The daffodils may be drooping slightly but you would never know these flowers had spent twenty four hours completely encased in ice.
Perhaps when I emerge from my ice cocoon my teen-aged thighs will reappear cellulite-free?