As I type, the morning sun is melting the glaze of ice off the metal roof of our house, and the water is coming down like a Spring rain. When I found out yesterday that the Hill Country was supposed to get a light coating of ice overnight, I told work I'd have to forgo the overnight shift and the 45 minute drive on icy roads. I'm glad I did.
The dustpan atop the goose kennel:
One of the bushes:
And something near & dear to Spouse's heart: the smoker/barbecue.
Stay warm, y'all.