living in a winter wonderland

When I was growing up, icicles were one of the wonders of the world to me. I rarely got to see them, and they conjure up memories of magical mountainside lodges. Snow was such a novelty, and there are several scenarios from ski trips as a kid that bring back those warm fuzzies. One is driving along curvy, hilly roads and seeing the snow gradually increase along the roadside and trees as we get closer to the mountains; another would be slip-sliding across snowy/icy parking lots of small-town grocery stores to stock up on provisions for the trip: donuts, pb&j for mountainside lunches, and of course those wonderful ten-packs of assorted mini cereal boxes; and then there was the joy of seeing huge icicles hanging off roof overhangs and having Dad reach up and break a huge one off for me - my very own icicle!

Well, I can now say that I am the proud owner of several huge icicles, all across the front of my house, and this time I took pictures before Corey could break them all off on acount of their 'dangerousness'. Here, let me show you my treasures!