We awoke this morning to clear skies and bitter cold.
Every surface was covered with hoarfrost.
We watched the sun creep up and touch the tops of the trees.
Everything was frozen.
The sun shone through the hoarfrost like a zillion diamonds.
Meanwhile Lydia sat in the yard and ate snow, the silly dog.
In weather like this we keep the woodstove going all night. It's nice to come down to a warm house in the morning.
The cold temps aren't supposed to last. The temps are rising later in the week, and we may even lose most of our snow cover.