Old Jack Frost
I just realized this evening that we don't speak of Jack Frost after the usual holiday season.
But, I can tell you firsthand - he is here tonight, riding along with the Polar Vortex that is parked over this part of the country bringing wind, snow, bitter cold, and surprising beauty:
I took this pic from the inside of the house, looking north through the kitchen window. Jack is here, and he sure is pretty (even if you have to squint at the glass and imagine the prism-like frost criss-crossing it!).
Today's wildlife sighting: what must have been a very cold foxie, walking along the east side of the house in the forest - perhaps finishing his rounds for the day?
The other good news is that this is perfect knitting weather, especially with the size of the Ruana Redux these days!
But, I can tell you firsthand - he is here tonight, riding along with the Polar Vortex that is parked over this part of the country bringing wind, snow, bitter cold, and surprising beauty:
I took this pic from the inside of the house, looking north through the kitchen window. Jack is here, and he sure is pretty (even if you have to squint at the glass and imagine the prism-like frost criss-crossing it!).
Today's wildlife sighting: what must have been a very cold foxie, walking along the east side of the house in the forest - perhaps finishing his rounds for the day?
The other good news is that this is perfect knitting weather, especially with the size of the Ruana Redux these days!
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