Today I want to talk about ice. Not this kind.
And not this kind.
The other day I opened the local paper and saw this.
A local lady named Tammy has opened a snow cone restaurant in the middle of winter! If it wasn't 8 degrees right now, I would laugh. But I don't want to suck in that much cold air. She has 24 flavors of snow cones. To lure people in until spring, she also sells hot chocolate in 7 flavors. These include salted caramel and warm oatmeal cake. Those are the hot chocolate flavors, not the foods. Would you buy a snow cone now? Would you go somewhere for hot chocolate? Well, that is not too far fetched, considering Starbucks. Snow cones are hard to find, so I hope she does well, but I have my doubts. If she is still open in the spring, I will buy one...or maybe two.
“And who do you think is the father of rain and dew, the mother of ice and frost? You don’t for a minute imagine these marvels of weather just happen, do you?”
“It’s God’s breath that forms the ice, it’s God’s breath that turns lakes and rivers solid.”