Ice

Not as much ice, so far, as last weekend. At four a.m., I woke up to rain and dripping noises. It is pretty, but that 1994 ice storm (imagine every tree in your town shorn like this), like Isabel, made me uneasy about the trees. When will they go down, and what will they take with them?

For those at home this weekend needing snow day projects for small people, see: Ed Emberley - children's book author and illustrator.