We say in Minnesota that if you wait 5 minutes, the weather will change. Last night the sky looked like this (and spring was on the way)...
This morning we woke up to a frosty wonderland:
Maybe we can wait a bit longer for spring.
Our corner of the world was covered with hoarfrost (definition: a deposit of needle like ice crystals formed on the ground by direct condensation at temperatures below freezing point. Also called 'white frost').
Oh my lima beans, it was beeUtiful.
All those spiky pokey crystals of ice covering Everything.
I think I prefer the name White Frost, don't you? That's Derrick shoveling the front walk.
"Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair."
~Minna Thomas Antrim
I took the daycare kids outside to play this afternoon. Spiky frost was everywhere.
Clad with snowpants, hats and mittens, they loved the chance to play outside.
I'm not sure they noticed the beauty quite like I did, but they had fun and their cheeks turned pink. Their parents were happy we ventured outdoors.
They should sleep well tonight, as should I. Ahhh, fresh air.
"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again."
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
Perhaps winter, she thought, isn't so awful.
Perhaps winter, just might, make a person more thoughtful. ~me
Winter in Northern Minnesota... priceless.