The weatherman predicted severe cold. Cover the plants or bring them inside and keep the pets indoors. The weatherman was right – 23 d in Tucson, Arizona. All that was missing was the snow and ice. There was real ice in the dog’s water dish. It pushed up – high like an iceberg by Iceland.
It reminded me of the milk the milkman left at our door long ago in the Minnesota winter. If the milkman was early, or we were late, the milk froze, popped the cap, and pushed up a column of frozen milk. We cut it carefully, as one would a banana, put it on cereal, and felt we were creative – a gourmet breakfast if there ever was one.
Oh, that simple life was such a good one.
So long ago.