Happy March, lovelies. The strangest winter in northern Michigan continues its stretch of dreary, Slurpee-like conditions. Boo! But I have been determined to make an ice garland for our porch since last winter when I saw Two Chicks and a Hen’s ice garland and wanted to do something similar. I finally seized the day earlier this week when it was warm enough to be outside for a while with my two little birdies and make it AND cold enough overnight for the pieces to freeze. Yessss! But. Quickly the needle rose from 22 to 40 and the ice began to melt again before we could hang it up. Enter my parental improv skills! Because really, without improvisation, my parenting would be pretty lacking. It mostly consists of sugar bribes, empty threats, lots of creative messes and snuggles. With some Montessori-based living skills thrown in. Side note: my kid can cut with scissors and sharpen her own pencils, but I’m still negotiating getting those %$%^@!# poopy diapers off with a bucket of Halloween (!) candy. Sigh.
Oh yeah, the ice garland.
So we filled a bunch of muffin tins with water and practiced color mixing with drops of food coloring, took a bunch of fishing line and some (lead-free) weights to keep the line in the muffin holes and left them to freeze.
But when I lifted the lines to hang up, the ice chunks slid down, and they came crashing off. Wren looked at me and my inner voice said “shit!” but my outer voice said, “Let’s put the colored ice in jars and see how beautiful the colors are that you made!” Score.
And she sprinkled them with glitter too because, well, she’s REALLY into glitter right now. But there was quite a bit of colored liquid left in the tins… so we painted the snow!
And then Wren wanted to make a cho-cho train with the pieces… you go, girl!
And in the end, we had a few still stuck on a string we could hang up “for the cardinals” who like to find shelter in this bush.
In the end there was no real blog-worthy ice garland, but there were lessons learned in the power of attitude, enjoying the moment and the importance of improvisation. And beauty in the unknown, as you pour out the hopeful remains. It’s all gone today, washed away with more schlippity schlop out there, but we got to talk again about melting and freezing and there were lots of whys and wheres and whats and sparkles in her eyes with a new understanding of permanence as she tried to reassure me, “well, they’ll probably be back tomorrow, Mama. It’s OK!”
Oh my, I love this post. I wish I could have been walking by with my two little chicks when all that wonderful improv was happening on your porch (like last year at this time when I lived three blocks away but didn’t know it). I would have seen you and thought, she could be my friend. And shouted out, “Can I be your friend? That looks like a whole lot of fun and I’ve been looking for cool people like you in the neighborhood!”
Happy March, Ash!
I know, right?! Why did we not know each other when we were in walking distance? Oh world, you baffle me.
Awesome post, Ash. Very inspiring. It’s a wonder what amazement we can create with food coloring and glitter.