Launch of another winter scene, here:
As you can see from the surrounding area, this is not snow, but hoarfrost.
So beautiful.
And the bush is a perilla that grew from seeds I threw away.
Joke’s on me.
And the bush smells wonderfully lovely, like licorice, at all times, even when it is dried up for fall/winter.
I am not sure what this phenomenon is called, but it is winter weather and it is beautiful.
The nearest I can describe it is that a heavy frost was forming on a breezy morning and the results were that the frost formed only on the sides of slender things, such as twigs and wires.
Except that actually, it was a sort of foggy morning, so perhaps the fog was freezing on the sides of things, in gorgeous crystals that extended like pennants from twigs. I don’t know.
Some of you northerners help me out, here.
Anyway, I have a photo; it happened.
Then when the breeze picked up enough to sway branches, the frost began falling off, tinkling like the tiniest bells, falling over the ground in glittery shards in the sunlight.
It was a most awesome morning.
I’ll never forget it.
Fog Is a GiftBlocking all but me and mine,
Sighing canopy, dark lace,
Breathing to me.
Centering.
Baring soul in black trees,
Urging notice of the near-by,
Blurring impending day.
Arresting.
Stirring from the valley,
Muffling distant hammers,
Whispering damp over all,
Stopping the world.
Thanks.
We Got Rain!
Yes, a few days ago, we got rain! It was only 3/8 inch but it was so wonderful, we sat on our front porch and got wet watching it. Then, only two days later, we received that much, again, putting us at 3/4 inch. Not much, but we were silly with excitement.
Then, of course, I just had to photograph it and see what would show up.
In the camera viewfinder, the drops did not look as if they would show, but here they are:
I took MANY shots, but I know although I could look at many more, you might prefer just one. I chose to show how big the drops were and how steam was rising as the water landed on our hot, hot world. Also a view of our parched grass appears here, and dead trees in our neighbor’s pasture. Please ignore the weeds in the patio: it’s been over 100 degrees every day (around 40 C) and the soil has been too hard.
And, yes, even then, while it was raining, the sun was still trying its best to shine through.
I felt a bit silly, like a little girl, taking pictures of rain, but I could not stop myself. I was so happy for it. Since then I have visited with several friends, and guess what: In almost every family I know, someone was photographing this very rain. HA!
Just had to share that fact with you so you could better understand how much we lacked rain and how universally happier everyone is, these days.
Going off to mow a bit, now. 🙂
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