My house faces south, and on some days the roof gets warm enough for the snow on it to melt a bit. The drip line at the front of the house cuts through a shrub (maybe a daphne?) near my front porch.
This ice sculpture has been in place for about four days now. This is, again, facing south, full sun, middle of the day–notice there is not a trace of melting. The ice will evaporate before it melts at the rate we’re going. A dry cold is better than a damp cold, I will concede, but even so it can be very challenging.
The dogs and I managed a 20-minute walk today, but it was bitter from start to finish. I can’t keep my hands warm in spite of new fleece gloves from REI. The colder my fingers get, the crankier I get. Not sure how I will remedy this but I think I must because the dogs both just went bananas with excitement as soon as I picked up their leashes this afternoon. Silly little things.