This heart formed when the Sunday evening snow didn't hit the deck directly under the table. Each day that there has been a little melting reinforced the shape. For the last few mornings, I've gone to the back door and peered out to see if the heart was still there.
Today temps rise to 39 degrees, so I expect my heart will disappear today. It's a price I will happily pay to have the ice gone from our lives.
When I call the dogs in from the back yard, as they walk the broken pieces of ice-snow clink like broken pieces of glass.