The weatherman is calling for freezing rain today. My least favourite form of winter weather. Good thing I’ve got nowhere to be and the pantry is stocked.
Sure, the ice coating trees and structures can look pretty and all, especially when the sun glints off the glass-like surfaces. But that hardly compensates for the widespread damage ice storms cause. Traveling is out of the question, or should be, in my humble opinion. Even walking is next to impossible, and surfaces remain treacherous for days afterward. Of course, I am afraid of falling, so that means I’m all granny-steps and tense and primed for a tumble. (My anxiety is ratcheting up a notch, just thinking about it, and it hasn’t started to sleet yet!)
Of course, I must give credit where credit is due. March 25, 2016 was the day an ice storm clobbered Brant County. That ice event set into motion our decision to retire and relocate to Northern Ontario. Two perfectly healthy trees came down because of the soggy slopes, the ice load, or both, and the domino effect took out five more.
Now that I think of it, maybe my anxiety regarding the weather forecast isn’t about falling, but about being up-rooted!
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