Today we had an ice storm…a beast of an ice storm in Oklahoma City and around the state. welcome to Oklahoma. It was 80º yesterday.
The trees are weeping and bending over under the weight of the glistening and almost eerily beautiful ice. Merciless ice.
We had one bad casualty. A limb that fell and bounced off our shed (no damage!) and perched perilously on our back stockade fence.
Trees that have grown for years give up on bending and succumb to the laden heaviness with an eerie crackle. Step outside and the chilly stillness of the day is disrupted with the cracking and snapping of many of their limbs. One feels highly unsafe unless out in an area free of limbs.
My budding rose bushes look sickly and broken.
My garden, lovingly protected by Mr. Wonderful last night, might make it through the extended record lows we are supposed to get tomorrow.
Tonight I am thankful for a house with power still working, a strong roof over my head, and the warmth that I feel snuggled under my handmade quilt.
For I know others are not faring so well.
We’re already getting things cleaned up. I just hate what it’s done to the trees.
Look at these poor guys just cowering in our newly mulched and weeded front flowerbed.
I wonder if our dogs would let them in the house?