Ice Storm Upon Us

Icicles hang from the birdfeeder, and roof rack on the van. Bushes bow low from the weight of ice on their leaves. The lights have blinked three times. And so, we may lose power for a day or two. It is raining, but the temps are hovering at 32 degrees. And folks south of us have lost power. From 84 degrees on Saturday to this. Wow. Summer to winter. Most of the trees have lost their leaves. But the ice may bring down weak branches. Winter wonderland.

And now at almost 5 o'clock, the rain seems to be letting up, and the trees normally bare and black look shiny white with ice. A thin skin of ice, but ice indeed has changed the color of the trees. The temperature hovers near 32 degrees, and things still drip, but slowly.

I am living dangerously with potatoes in the oven baking. Bob called to say he was getting on the train for home, and that folks just south of us in Dalworthington Gardens have lost power, and some 50,000 are without. But, in Dalhart it is 50 degrees? Too strange. The snow storm that dumped on Houston a month or so ago dumped snow 280 some odd miles south of us when our temps were above freezing. So conditions are similiar, with Dalhart being warmer than us.

Baked potatoes for supper---if the power stays on, with a splash of hot sauce, and butter and maybe ranch dressing.

The sky is clearing to the west just before sunset. Everything is wet and glistening.