Ice is magic.
(As long as you don't have to drive or walk on it.)
Owen feeding cows
The lane behind the barn
Ice coat on an alder branch
They weren't too worried about it though.
Owen was sorting cows/calves the morning it really started icing, so we went up to the corral to help. Standing in the freezing rain with little needles of ice hitting my face wasn't comfy, but I couldn't help relish in the thought of "This is what ranch wives do. I am pretty much a ranch wife." Unpleasant situations can always be livened up if you can make them somehow romantic. Like crying as a teenager--I always had to focus on crying or else I would think about how sad and heartbreaking it was that I was weeping and cheer myself right up.
Icy barbed wire
Snowed in creek
Some weed or other. I was amazed by the strength of these weed stems. I would have thought they would be lying on the ground. But they stood. A little crookedly, but they stood.
Look at the thickness of the ice! And still they didn't break.
After the storm had passed, it was freezing cold and windy, but so brilliantly blue. As soon as I stepped outside, I could hear the branches in the wind. Clinking gently together like some gigantic wind chime.
One side of the sky was blue, blue, blue. The other side had this dramatic gray cloud.
Grainy snow with cat tracks
Isn't the blue amazing in these two pictures? No editing even.
Snow sculpted on the silo
Lowering winter skies
Sun in clouds
Mom and Dad got this little laughing squirrel from my great aunt when she went into a nursing home. It is next to the front door, laughing it's little stone head off at the cold.