I have a bit of work to do. This was what I did yesterday:
First, laying the dead branches on the ground, whacking the ice off of the lower branches, I managed to free up the ones touching the ground. The aromatic pine needles were frozen into the snow. Next, it'll be my skilsaw and a bit of hauling and cutting. I'll have to chop the big branches up for firewood and haul the smaller ones to our grassy knoll. I know someone I could hire, but there isn't a rush, and it might be good work, if it doesn't break my back.
This is what Ice Storm '98 sounded like: the tinkling of ice falling, just like the sound of rain.
Icy White Pines from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
I soaked two coats, and hubby's work gloves, and shovelled the walk, again. At least the ice is gone. Also, I did the bottom of the driveway, where there was much slush from the plows.
|Tuesday, Feb. 16th storm|
The 5+ C. has gone and I got the ice water off of the sidewalk just in time. Next, it snows. Today, Friday, we woke to -15 C. (5 F.) and I have a fire going.
Our poor Austrian Pines.
The birds have been happy at the feeders.
This is the after, as the temperatures rose, and the ice crystals fell. Bambi was not amused.