I awoke this morning to the distinctive sound of melting ice, the drip, drip accompanied by creaking sounds as the trees try to stretch back into their before-the-ice postures. The ice storm came early this year. Usually we get only one sometime in January or February. And it was 75 degrees earlier in the week. The warnings were out on all the weather channels, but no one really believed.
I watch the sunlight dancing on the ice. It’s beautiful, but it’s also scary. All the leaves haven’t even fallen. I don’t think the trees were ready for this any more than we people were. So many branches are down, so many trees split, so many trunks completely broken. And people have died on the icy roads. We just didn’t believe it was going to happen so soon.