The Melt

The slow melt has begun. Daytime temperatures are expected to rise above freezing all week, with temperatures even reaching the 50s. That's warm enough to melt the layer of ice that covers the landscape and reveal bits of green grass. But I am looking overhead. Each day, I knock down the icicles hanging from the lean-to and chicken sheds. But I can't reach those hanging from the north side of the horse barn. That ice-covered metal rooftop makes me pause. At some point, the temperatures will warm it enough to loosen the ice and send the sheet of ice sliding toward the ground.