We awoke the day before Christmas to what the weather man termed as "frozen fog".
I didn't pay much attention due to the bustle of the holiday season, until I went outside to feed.
The first chain I grabbed to open a gate was covered with fine and sharp points of frost.
As I looked around, the whole world was covered with these white delicate spikes, but the sun was beginning to beam through the fog and I knew I didn't have much time before the rays melted the "frozen fog" erasing all evidence of it's beauty.
The clothespins were still on the line and subject to the beauty of the frozen fog.
The lilac bushes in the lane were planted in 1990. It's days like today that they offer a winter spectacular moment.