The other morning even Zoe, our dog, didn't want to go out side. It was back to the white world and deep freeze. J. had put the screen door up and Zoe just stood there and stared.
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| Even Zoe can't believe what she sees |
Later that morning I noticed that the snow was melting on the roof, sliding and folding down upon itself, making wavelets of snow.
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| snow folds on the roof |
And just before dinner, making a tour of the garden to see how the young shoots of the perennials had survived this latest assault, I wandered over to the pond; frozen solid, again. Even the split in the ice was trying to heal and the ice was a dark pewter gleam.
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| the self healing ice |
