we woke to ice this morning. icy branches scraping across the roof and windows. the house sat quietly with no power until almost noon. the fire warming while tom played the guitar and sang. huge old trees on both sides of our house have snapped off in the past couple of hours. they narrowly missed our roof and windows....thankfully the stone corner that one did hit is strong. you can see edgar's fence will need to be repaired. the studio house sits in the background watching it all, but appears to be fine. the weather is a drama that i can't avoid.
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