The cold snap is over for the time being. But, not without leaving a few gentle reminders about the way it’s going to be for the next few months.
No more walking out on the porch barefoot to greet the morning sun.
Hello fuzzy socks. Greetings Mr. Axe. What? Yes, the axe to break the ice for the horses.
The ice wasn’t all that thick. But, in my overly dramatic way, I welcomed the cold by breaking the ice with the axe usually reserved for extremely cold mornings when the ice is inches thick, not centimeters.
I have been called the ice queen before but today I embraced it as queen of the ice.