Saturday, March 15, 2014

Hanging Ice

I used to be intrigued by icicles.
Not anymore.
 I think I've mentioned this fact on other occasions. I can remember heading off into the neighborhood with my rake and offering to rid neighbors' homes of large monstrosities of frozen water. The melting and refreezing of water back then was fun to witness. Back on Stevens Avenue, the rear entryway, that led to the kitchen, was usually a 'goldmine' of frozen, layered ice this time of year. It led me to fun mornings. As a homeowner these days, most times evidence of ice piled up like this can only signal trouble ahead. 
Sheets of hanging ice, ice damns, ice forming, ice jams, melting and refreezing...
Just headaches.
Spring comes this week, right?

14 comments:

  1. Kind of magic lace curtain to my eyes! But , like always, never had really to endure them..

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  2. Hang on 'til Thursday and the Gods will be good to you!

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  3. Careful not to get stabbed by any of those pointy ice things.

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  4. Aww, I still think you're fascinated by them, Birdman. :-) And that's a mighty impressive specimen.

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  5. I loved to hear them crack and break when I was a kid.

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  6. Yes Yes just keep that Spring thought in mind. It is on it's way. Yes???
    MB

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  7. Most of our snow melted yesterday and today but the temps are heading back down tonight so who knows when spring will come.

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  8. Spring apparently comes this week, but from the look outside here, I strongly doubt it.

    That is a beautiful ice formation.

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  9. If you go by meteorological spring, you have been enjoying it for two weeks already.

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  10. The disadvantages of living at northern latitudes. If the pundits are right, soon you will have more trouble with the run off.

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  11. Way too much ice for me, hanging or otherwise. Come on spring, I'm hollering!

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  12. I was plagued by icicles & ice dams in my old house, but from time to time I still admired them as they looked in on me through the kitchen window...My roof rake never saw their beauty though...

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