This high stepping around the back woods isn’t getting any
easier. I try to land each foot in a foot print. Today I encountered
a small stream running through the woods and much dog wee and paw
prints. Hubby is routinely shoveling, sweeping and breaking up ice. Today I used the
hoe and whacked down the icicles that were ominously hanging over the side porch.
I heard them falling. At first, I thought they were bells. I was in the den when an icicle crashed
to the side porch. I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Oh boy, that got my attention. They were
hanging off the wisteria vines on the pergola. I imagined one of them falling and hitting us in
the head when we went out the door.
