Day 34: February 3rd
This is Mountain Drive. It is on the Lehigh University campus, which is just eight minutes from my house. Each branch of every tree was encased in ice. Since the temperature had warmed a bit, the ice was melting and breaking off in fragments with each and every little breeze. As we rode along, the ice came crashing down and it was a bit like being on an obstacle course, avoiding the ice on the ground and the ice falling from above. Still, it was great to be out of the house and the landscape was spectacular.
Day 33: February 2nd
View of the driveway from the back porch.
Today was a spectacular day, because a great ice storm came and made the trees shine and the icicles grow. There was also a nice fog that looked mysterious and like we weren't in Pennsylvania at all. It looked like we woke up in a scene from The Ice Queen (Hans Christian Anderson's) or Dr. Zhivago.
Today was a spectacular day, because a great ice storm came and made the trees shine and the icicles grow. There was also a nice fog that looked mysterious and like we weren't in Pennsylvania at all. It looked like we woke up in a scene from The Ice Queen (Hans Christian Anderson's) or Dr. Zhivago.
Day 32: February 1st
Well, now, January is out of the way. When I am about to take my dying breath I will regret that I didn't appreciate this time. It's easy to disdain bad weather when you think there is unlimited amounts of time. When my time is over, I will wish for one more day - regardless of whether the sun shines or not.
About this picture: Another world within my world. This arrangement sits on a table in my guest room (a.k.a. the sick room). It is the most comforting room in the house, small and cozy with Grandmom Edwards watching over us.
About this picture: Another world within my world. This arrangement sits on a table in my guest room (a.k.a. the sick room). It is the most comforting room in the house, small and cozy with Grandmom Edwards watching over us.
Day 31: January 31st
Morning is best. Sometimes in the middle of the afternoon, I wish it was morning again. That's no good.
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