Mundane Monday: Frost

With our nightly temperatures dipping below zero every night frost on the windows is an everyday occurrence around here.

A beautiful, magical, everyday occurrence.

Morning Frost

The first warning of winter sparkles in the morning light.

A beautiful sign that cold, killing weather is on the horizon and with it the season of rest and silent renewal.

One hoar frost covered leaf.

This is not my kind of winter.

My kind of winter involves enough cold, snowy weather to hide all the sins of fall until spring.

This way if you never got around to getting rid of those thistles in your pasture they are out of sight until the thaw.

Or if there isn’t enough snow to hide them there ought to be enough cold to frost them.

Even thistles look alright covered in ice crystals.

Same goes for nettles.

Neither looks lovely in mud.

Today we’ve got mud.

This is not my kind of winter.