Early this week it snowed and I discovered that tulip poplars must be the original snow cone.
Wednesday morning there was freezing fog, leaving everything transformed by hoarfrost. I was hosting a group when the sun came out, so I have visual memories rather than photos. Everything was frosty white and sparkling in the sun. The trees to the south of us had bright spots of light as well, perhaps caused by sun glinting off ice. And for awhile the air itself sparkled with ice crystals.
By noon most of the hoarfrost was gone, but a stretch of the prairie plantings was still covered with it, thanks to the shade of nearby pines. I was able to get some close up shots of the frosty coating.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.