Yesterday the world was white and grey. Stepping out the back door I was greeted by the winter world of snow and ice. The evergreens were laden with ice that lay heavy on out stretched limbs.
I wanted to record the sights for today's stroll. I immediately discovered the snow was crusted over with thick ice. I almost thought I would be allowed to glide across the deck to the stairs until in the first step out there was a crisp crunch announcing a firm opinion of too much weight concentrated on the small footprint of the hapless photographer. I don't have snowshoes to spread the weight out evenly and I don't even have boots. So I crunched my way carefully to the steps and turned to show my telltale trail and broken ice shards.
The path down to the creek was much narrower than usual and I took a detour through the woods.
I paused at the Sit and Ponder Bench to record the beauty and treachery of the Ice.
The Rhododendron leaves were coated and forced to hang uncomfortably until the sun and warmth could release them.
This morning the sun came out and the scene glistened and shown bright as the sun began the task of releasing the leaves and needles from their icy overcoats.
The Quiet Country House is the place to go next to see who got out this week to stroll on a Sunday. Watch your step, it is still slippery.
