I’ve been spending the past week with family in western Maine and my sister has a hoop-house for growing greens during the winter. One morning the frost on the window was lovely, and I got a few pictures. My sister then showed me some pictures she’d made on her cell phone earlier in December and I was envious of the arcing plumes she got! So I got up every morning at 5:30 and dressed for 12-15 degree weather and trudged up the icy hill. In the end, this was still the best one for me – but I love it and the ‘exercise’ of regularly getting up and out there to look for frost was good for the soul and for the body! The fresh air was wonderful – the silence of the farm stress-reducing, and the acceptance that this was the ‘gift’ on this trip. Sometimes the pictures are not the only bonus in the effort.
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