Yesterday was a clear day, one of several we've been having. This means we start out cold (10F at dawn) but we warmed up to a balmy 30F by afternoon. And on these clear days, we're blessed with hoarfrost.
Hoarfrost happens when the ground is chilled below the dew point of the air.
What it means is everything -- every least little twig or branch or piece of grass -- has a soft fragile crystalline deposit on it. It is unspeakably beautiful.
So I took a lot of photos yesterday, unable to resist. Sadly photographs just don't do the landscape justice when it comes to hoarfrost.
We got a little bit of color in the early morning sky.
Before the sun rose, the cattle waited patiently to be fed.
The beasties usually get a bit of hoarfrost on their backs, but mostly their body warmth melts it.
As the sun rose, shafts peeked through and illuminated things. I liked this photo so much I thought about putting it on the blog masthead.
Some branches against a clear sky.
Treetops lit up.
The rising sun, seen through the woods.
Some light ground fog crept through.
Lydia in the yard.
Hoarfrost is pretty obvious when Major brushes against a branch.
After the sun fully rose, every tree branch stood out in white-coated splendor. This is where photographs just don't doesn't do justice to the scenery.
The hoarfrost is still on the closer items, but already melted on the distant hills, which are in full sunlight.
By evening the hoarfrost was gone, but Lydia caught a shaft of sunlight in the yard and looked pretty durn sparkly.
Alpenglow on the distant mountains.
Yep, a pretty day from start to finish.