I love the crisp, bright winter mornings when the sun hits the trees festooned in their morning hoar-frost. The days here have been getting up into the high 30s and low 40s, and then the nights plunge back to zero again. This creates the rime-ice (hoar-frost) on the trees. This approach/avoidance dance probably isn't all that good for the poor trees, but it's certainly beautiful. Especially when the sky is brilliant blue.
Sunday morning music
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