Feb 4, 2012 – willowdot21

The ground like iron cold, would you believe a gentle flower could brake through and take hold. A tiny stem thinner even than a reed, fragile white petals hiding green. The nearest thing to heaven you have ever seen.

Gentle snowdrop the first arrival of spring it is the most most joyous sight it lifts your heart and makes you want to sing.The fairies all love this flower dear they tend it lovingly, rejoicing as spring is near.

I have checked my garden and it is doing well they have braved the cold, the rock like earth and yes they are there. How my heart swells.It really is a joy to see this delicate message of hope break free.

Like fairy ball gowns they swing and sway brightening up the darkest days .Or even soldiers standing tall each to attention brave and small. I cannot believe my luck to witness them so dainty yet full of pluck.

I wish that they were always here but they only grace us at the beginning of the year.

Hail the snowdrop fair ,messenger of hope and flower exstraordinair!

Silently all through the night icicles attacked my pipes. So this morning what do I find.No water in the kitchen taps of mine! The temperature had really dropped and through the vents, by the pipes, icy winds had popped. Done there worst to savage me , final insult no water for my coffee!

Now, normally , you know me, natures; beauty I can always see but not this time!! Not first thing in the morning, yawning, needing coffee but no water in those pipes of mine. Crystal pattern in the woods are beautiful and fine but not inside these pipes of mine.

Okay, now I have had to do this before get the extension lead and stretch it across the floor, to the open cupboard door. Use hair dryer in even bursts to help thaw the pipe come on nature do your worst.

Hours went by, well at least two and there was nothing more I could do. Just keep applying the heat, rush out side and cover the vents, those icy winds to defeat. Finally I win the day hot and cold water down the sink runs away.

I am delighted I am pleased the warmth has all that ice away squeezed. So keeping open the cupboard door and making sure the icy wind can invade around my pipes no more. I choose to do the ironing.

All was perfect once again I had nothing to complain about. Then an hour later I hear trickling OH NO ! yes, the stop cock has sprung a spout.

What am I supposed to do, panic, well wouldn’t you. The water must be shut off there is nothing else to do. Now I am cut off from the mains I want more coffee but the water is playing games.

It has been too long a day, after all that crap I still had to shop, need food for Sunday.

I just do not understand I was told they were all insulated, vents covered nice and cosy nice and grand. Yet because my hubby is away the water pipes froze up today!

This is exactly what I mean when I asked you to leave me in my dream!! I wonder is this all a scheme to drive me mad , if it is , it is working well I think pipes are mean and icicles are bad!