Typical, since we heat the house with a wood heater and, because of the way the house is built, the heat doesn't reach the back rooms very well.
But then I opened my curtain and squeeled with glee.
There was frost everywhere! It's... the closest thing to snow we'll get at this elevation. Or something along those lines. But frost! Beautiful, fully-coating, white frost! And a most beautiful sunny day too!
I felt like I should run inside and turn on Christmas music and start baking cookies. My seasons feel so messed up at the moment, seeing as how they're literally backwards from what I'm used to.
|Our view of Mt. Roland from the chicken shed|
(The house is somewhere hidden to the left)
Not nearly as good as summer ones, but still fresh,,
And the ones left are attracting some really pretty birds
|My frosted rosemary bush|
|The neighbors horses. Some of them anyway.|
They loved the cold morning and were quite frisky.
(Except for in this photo...)
|Our landlord's cabin (he lives just behind us behind a copse of trees.)|
His view of the mountain is spectacular.