The Suburban Matron mentions those of us who live on the ice planet Hoth. I can claim at least to live in a suburb of Hoth. The icicles dripping down the side of the house are worrisome. I hear one of them dripping all day while I am working in my home office.
Today promises to be The Great Melt, with temperatures finally reaching above freezing for the first time since Hoth was formed. The sun also made an appearance yesterday for the first time since the Winter Solstice.
Our weird three-pronged icicle.
Today promises to be The Great Melt, with temperatures finally reaching above freezing for the first time since Hoth was formed. The sun also made an appearance yesterday for the first time since the Winter Solstice.
Our weird three-pronged icicle.
4 comments:
Wow, that does look like Hoth!
That icicle is cool, I wonder how it got like that?
It's got to be the breeze created by teenagers going out the door (don't forget to slam it) on their way to the bus at 6:30 am.
Have to say I've never seen an iclicle quite like that. How's the snow melt coming?
Ha! Hoth indeed. I'd say we live in Mustafar.
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