Well, here's a 'pretty' picture of the ice storm we experienced 5 days ago. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of gunfire -- rifle and cannon to be more precise. I opened the front door to listen, then realized it was the sound of trees breaking off all around our valley. And I noticed the view from my front deck looked different, as in wide open. A clump of birch trees was gone! (See the previous post.) Two were lying across the road. The other one took out my beautiful Sweetgum and Red Dogwood trees on it's way down. Thankfully none fell on the house. And the power was out.
We set up the Coleman camp stove and brought out the kerosene lanterns and goosedown. By the time the the power company came by two days later checking all the overhead wires, the temperature in the house was hovering around 38°F. You can see my poor dogwood tree split in half. Thankfully the conifers just lost a few branches here and there.
No electricity = no TV, no news, no phone, no internet, no computer, rationed water (we are on a well). (I can't believe we don't own a battery-powered radio!) But I did get to read a good book, cover to cover. And two days later, just as the food in the freezer was thawing and we were wondering if we would ever be warm again, our power was restored.
So A belated Merry Christmas to all and may the Arctic keeps it's 'blasts' to itself!