...please wear a hard hat. Seriously.
But, if you decide to come, I'm not sure how you'd get threw the iron curtain to the front door.
While the roads are finally clear for you to travel, you have to take your time, because now there's a nasty coating of sheer ice all around.
Oh, and see that nubbin under the tree? Yeah, that was the garden angel that I talked about just the other day. Can angels go down for a third time and drown?
On second thought, even if you do own a hard hat, maybe you should wait until, oh I don't know, let's say July...it may be over by then.
Not that Merv The Griffin and I wouldn't be delighted and thrilled to have the company. Because we truly would. It's just that we love you and want you to stay safe.
The only bright spot in this gray, iced world of ours is that, as I was out taking these pictures of my ice daggers, far off in the distance somewhere a very intrepid cardinal was singing his "Pretty, pretty, pretty," song. We just may make it after all.
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Loves Winter A Whole Lot Less Now
8 hours ago