Icehouse
January 11th, 2010 by Jane
Two weeks ago my neighborhood was a collection of homes with a few inches of snow on the rooftops and clumps like whipped cream on the boughs of the evergreens. One week ago the piles of snow on top of the gas grille, deck furniture and rainbarrel started to look like hats for coneheads. Now the icicles in some places almost reach the ground.
The other day I watched an icicle grow, gravity working with water, together placing a drop at the low tip where at the right temperature the liquid becomes solid and, voila, another quarter inch of ice hangs off the gutter.
Of course I did the watching from inside. Brrr.