I CRACKED the birdbath this morning, trying to knock the ice out of it. Frost seems
to make the plastic brittle. Its plastic stand, on the other hand, bent in summer
heat and I cracked that when trying to straighten it.
I looked out late on Sunday afternoon and decided not to clear the driveway because
sleety snow was starting to fall on top of the afternoon’s fresh snow. When I came
to clear it the morning after it had partially melted then refrozen overnight, so
it required more effort scraping up shards of snow, rather than scooping up the soft,
fluffy fresh variety.
Even so, I couldn’t dislodge the deep-frozen footsteps of compressed snow from the
stippled surface of the concrete paving slabs, so our drive now carries a record
in icy footprints of our neighbour Philippa delivering a Christmas card on Sunday