I was up at first light this morning and was delighted to see that we had been visited by a rare frozen fog morning.
I didn't go outside and take pictures. I could barely get my dachshunds to go outside this cold morning. And they didn't stay out long.
These pictures were taken by our son on a late December visit with us in 2018 and I decided to use them now. I didn't even ask permission but I don't think he'll take me to court!
They remind me so much of the ethereal gardens in the December issues of my beloved British shelter magazines. But then, Daniel's profession is centered in film and photography.
Those UK gardens become a special wet frosty picture fest due to the maritime polar air mass that travels across the country from north to west, or so I found out one time when I tried to research exactly what it was that brought about the conditions perfect for such a sight.
This picture Daniel took of our ornamental grass plumes on that frosty morning reminds me of the plumes on hats that women wore in the 1800s.
RH took the picture below last January on a morning like this one. We don't have them often. We have bitter cold in winter but without the moist air it takes for pictures like this. We were visited with fat flakes of snow that fell all day long this week. It was a beautiful sight but the ground was too warm for much to accumulate.
The older I get the more I love the beauty that weather conditions bring us. And I am so very thankful to live in a four season part of our country.
It's good to have things to be thankful for, even in 2020.
