At least once in winter time, it is the "icy" day.
Everything is so beautiful when it is frozen in variety shape. It is a beauty to look and a danger to walk.
And when I have to deal with a "car" popcicle, I don't think I had that much fun :-)
I like the grass flowers in ice. It looks like rice grain when it ripes and turn gold but this special grain is crystal clear.
This ice-rice grain reminds me of what I have read when I was young 'Everything is evened up in this world. The rich have their ice in the summer but the poor get theirs in the winter.' *
*From "The first four years~Laura Ingalls Wilder"