The swing set was all crazy. Icicles from every surface. Even the swings, which were swinging wildly in the wind, had many icicles hanging from them.
The pergola on the deck was really impressive, looking like some medieval torture chamber, with all of the icicles lined up in perfect rows.
Catherine was worried about the flowers, encased in ice and covered with snow.
The blooming trees were also ice-encrusted and the blooms were frozen in time. Alas, after the thaw, it looks like spring never started, as we lost the leaves and blooms from the trees. I guess we have to start over again.