We had a few flakes falling from the sky at dusk and in my attempt to get a shot of them, I got this.
Icicles remind me of making ice cream with my kids on the farm when they were growing up. We had two Guernsey cows and much too much milk and cream. Sadly sometimes I dumped it down the sink. After gaining 20 pounds, I definitely skimmed the cream. I made butter in the summer and ice cream in the winter. The kids would knock the icicles off the chicken coop and we would use them in the ice cream maker; yes we had an ice cream maker that we borrowed from my mother-in-law.
Were times really simpler then or do they just seem so now?