Ice Storm

The ice storm was bad enough to make driving unthinkable. Ice began to collect on the wires, but the temperature rose and they shed their load quite quickly.

The apple tree still carries its fruit. We should have harvested them properly. Next year, with the pine well cut back, we will tend them properly--the tree is so bountiful, after all, and the apples so good.

It was hard on the trees while it lasted; the white pines were badly hit, as was the red oak. Next morning, the roads were passable, though marred by shelves of stubborn ice. We stopped at the church on the way home and I fixed the organ--it was the usual problem with the bulb in the expression pedal photocell having burned out.