When icicles hang
Should you have called at our house at 7.30 this morning you would have been greeted by this frozen scene. Ring the bell...I don't think so!
It reminds me of 'Winter' from Shakespeare 'Love's Labour's Lost'.

'When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail'...

But now it's gone, and the daffodils are looking a bit happier without their snowy blanket.