My morning routine which includes opening the blinds as I prepare for the day was more interesting recently because of what was happening outside. Over a period of ten minutes, I watched frost forming on the trees across the street and in the back yard. Hoarfrost is nature using her invisible paintbrush to whiten the world as moisture condenses directly to ice in freezing temperatures. My husband and I decided to walk early since the sun, which is gaining strength, would make quick work of the frost.
We stopped at a nearby, tree-lined street to see how the magic from Mother’s paintbrush had finished the scene just minutes prior.
Walking under the trees, the sun was already melting the ice and frosty bits fell around and on us. However, the blue sky background attempted to make every frosty molecule stand out before they melted away.
This scene near one of the homes drew my eye
as did the long frosty fingers on this tree.
At the boardwalk, our usual haunt, the air was still and the vegetation along the walkway had accumulated some of nature’s magic too.
Rose hips, which survived winter’s onslaught thus far, had frosty beards on the frost-ward side.
My favourite photo of the day was the Queen Anne’s Lace which we enjoy in the fields and lining the walkways in summer and fall. How the skeletal remains of the plants survived post tropical storm Fiona and winter’s blast are amazing feats. Yet there they stand on this frosty morning, shadows of their former selves but beautiful nonetheless.
There is a lesson for us there!