Not sure if that's the proper term for it but it's not nice out there. The threat of snow, and lots of it, looms and I'm anticipating a power outage from the heavy ice on power lines. My belly is full from an early supper of a beef barley soup made for me by hubs. We have oil lamps that give sufficient light and a radio for entertainment. I had best fill some water jugs now.... OK, done.
Thoughts of spring have been pushed back but only for a spell. I'm thankful for an easy winter. It's hard for me to see the trees bending under the weight of the heavy ice and I can see broken branches on the ground. And the sounds out there.... threatening, yet musical with ice on branches clinking and crackling.