One thing, for whatever reason, that I think about when I think about my dad when he was working outside in the winter is icicles in his mustache. Dad had facial hair for most of my life. Even freaked me and my sister out one morning when we were eating breakfast and he came upstairs clean shaven; we had never seen him with out a beard, And in the winter, anyone who has a mustache will tell you, there will be icicles in your mustache if it is cold enough.
This morning I was outside splitting some wood. It is supposed to get really cold here in a day or two, so I figured have plenty of wood on hand to help warm the house. As I finished up, I came in side and was washing my hands. As I looked up I say icicles in my mustache. I started laughing, thinking of dad as I wiped them off.
