I always find it interesting how snow melts into sculptured art. My roof snow is turning into marshmallow fluff.
How about some long icy fingers?
But snowmelt isn't always so nice. Taking hot water and beet pulp mash to the horses can be treacherous for me with my weak ankle when I try to walk on the old paths in the early morning. Walking on the frozen, unyielding old footprints forces my ankle to sometimes, unexpectedly, painfully, bend. The snow is still a foot deep in many places and I feel like every step is a challenge, kind of like climbing Mount Everest. I tell myself, one footstep at a time and I WILL get there.
The ice forgets to melt away - song: Sell Me a Coat, artist: David Bowie, album: David Bowie