Frost
This morning, we woke to a world covered with ice. The back deck, the table, my fuchsia (oops), every branch of every tree, every blade of grass. Coated with ice. Not ice storm, mind you, just really, really thick frost.
Oh, and it's cold. REALLY cold (well, by our standards: say 34 degrees F).
Girly-Girl looked out the window and said, "Mommy! Look! Frosting!"
Oh, and it's cold. REALLY cold (well, by our standards: say 34 degrees F).
Girly-Girl looked out the window and said, "Mommy! Look! Frosting!"