Old Man Winter arrived last night in the form of cold and wind. As I lay in my bed, trees rattled and scraped their branchy fingers against the house. squeak squawk. The ghost in our attic returned, walking to and fro. I know the ‘ghost’ is just a phenomenon of the wind somehow, but it truly does sound like someone walking in the attic.
A brisk walk this morning to Green Turle Pond rewarded my chilly effort with some interesting ice formations. The wind left branches looking like those rock candy swizzle sticks they used to put in children’s drinks.
Posted by Lynne on 01/17/2007 at 06:05 AM
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