Friday, January 4, 2013
Baby It's Cold Out There
Icicles. I can remember growing up in the frigid winters in Montana and the huge icicles that would form. We'd break them off as kids and suck on them or sword fight.
You know it is cold when in the middle of the afternoon, the tops of the trees are still covered in thick frost. How little birdie feet do not freeze off is beyond me.......
We're growing icicles apparently. I have been told that I am not to break off any of these icicles that are hanging off the front of my porch threatening to fall on someone's head when they come knocking at my house. The Natives want to see how long we can 'grow them'. So far, they are several feet long. I think soon I shall feel like I live in a cave and start crawling around saying, "My Precious....... Precious.......".
It's a warm and snug/cozy cave so if one has to hunker down for the time being with such freezing elements one can't/shouldn't complain.
Especially when one is reading, "Little House in the big Woods" by their wood stove with electrical lighting, "Indoor plumbing........ it's gonna be good......", treats in the fridge, and much more abundance than can be listed here. TOILET PAPER!