Icy Cove

This is how Cove Creek looked most of yesterday.  It was icy cold and rainy.  I ventured outside to document the ice after a conversation with my boss earlier in the dark hours before sunrise.  I didn’t make the hour-long drive into work-our steep driveway was slicker than slick, the car doors frozen shut.  My anxiety level was high from both the icy storm making it’s way over the Cove and from having to call off, again.   Perhaps if I documented the day, my anxiety and nervousness would be validated.

The lower deck was an ice rink.  I slid across and down the lower level steps and ventured out into the yard {something I would never do had the long grass/weeds been frozen over and crunchy} so as to avoid walking down the slippery driveway.  I needed to get the mail; the series finale of Six Feet Under awaited by wintery trek.

It was windy.  Trees swayed and cracked under the weight of frozen limbs. Amazingly our power stayed on as it always does when the weather is questionable.