Another gorgeous day of hoar frost in my neck of the woods this morning. I cannot recall a year when we had so much hoar frost going on! It's all foggy and crisp, the colors all shades of white and grey, the pine trees and tree trunks sticking out against the frosty white.
I love it. I think it's absolutely gorgeous and it makes me happy as you found out in the post yesterday. I've had lots of happy this year.
It seems our hoar frost always starts out with a good fog the day or night before. It is said that if you have fog, then 90 days later, (I think it's 90 days, or is it 6 weeks? I'm having a brain freeze) you will have some kind of precipitation. Hubby and I tested this out last year and marked a winter fog day down on our handy dandy Organizer calendar and counted off however many days it's supposed to be and marked that. Sure enough, we had rain. Now it's going to bug me what the exact number of days it is, but it might be frowned upon if I call hubby at work just for that, I'll have to wait till he gets home to ask. Well he's home and he's says it's 90 days.
Moses had his burning bush, but I found a frosty bush. I wonder what Moses would have thought of this:
Mind you, I did not hear God speaking to me out of this bush. Well, except maybe whispering to my heart to enjoy the gift. :v)